Beckett cut me off with a kiss. I sank into the warmth and sensation, losing myself in everything that was Beckett. He pulled back. “This is the best wedding present you could have ever given me.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He brushed his lips against mine. “How do you feel about it?”
“Terrified, excited, and…happy. It seems crazy, but I already love this little one.”
Beckett framed my face with his hands, thumbs stroking my cheeks. “You, me, and this baby. This family. It’s more than I ever dreamed I would have.”
I touched his nose with mine. “It’s like you said. It’s only just beginning.”
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PROLOGUE
LAIKEN
PAST
“Next dare. Backflip into a dive.” Mitch puffed up his chest with each word like he was an overgrown gorilla.
I rolled my eyes and snuggled back against Jase’s chest, letting the crackling bonfire warm my bare legs. I did my best to tune out Mitch and the rest of our friends and tipped my face up to the sky. It was crystal-clear, letting the stars shine like sparklers in the inky black—as if the heavens were putting on their own little show in honor of our graduation.
“You could at least pull a double,” Isaac muttered, cutting into my peace. “Don’t be a pansy.”
Mitch’s eyes narrowed. “I’d like to see you try.”
I sighed. This endless quest to one-up each other was getting old. And I could only imagine it worsening when we left for college in a few months. The mixture of freedom and access to booze taking hold.
Jase pulled me tighter against him and nuzzled the side of my neck. “You warm enough?”
“I’m perfect.”
Isaac gave Mitch a shove, and he let out a string of curses as he tripped over a rock.
“Or I would be,” I said, raising my voice, “if these two idiots would quit messing with my bliss zone.”
Lisbeth laughed, holding her hands out to the fire. The flames made her strawberry-blond hair look more of a true red under its glow. “Good luck with that.”
Isaac’s focus swung to me, a devilish grin in place. “Come on, Laik. Let loose for once. You got salutatorian and your fancy gymnastics scholarship. You can breathe.”
I stiffened. Structure had been my friend since finding my love of tumbling at age four. Or maybe it really took hold when my dad bailed at six. I relished the reliability of it. The knowledge that it kept things safe and predictable. Only I was tired of feeling like the dud of the group.
I pushed out of Jase’s hold and stretched. “I think we can do better than a double, don’t you think, guys? How about a two and a half?”
Mitch whistled. “Shit, girl. Now we’re talking.”
I slapped his hand in a high-five and started for the rope swing.