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Hansen kissed my head tenderly before he slowly pulled out of me. I stayed where I was, slightly dazed. I was thinking about the unfortunate logistics of getting married straight after having unprotected sex when Hansen returned with a hot washcloth.

He lovingly, and slowly cleaned himself from me and I watched his head.

“Did you mean that?” I said finally.

He looked up, a small smile on his face. “What babe?”

I paused. “The baby thing,” I said in a small voice.

Why I was nervous, I had no idea, I was marrying the man for Christ’s sake, babies were an obvious conclusion. But I was still young, and Hansen was still away a lot with club business. Kids weren’t something that I’d even thought of. Okay, I’d thought of them. Any girl in love with a man like Hansen would think about what he would look like cradling a baby. Hot is the answer.

He paused and tossed the washcloth aside. His hands went to my neck.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life, apart from my feelings for you. Want my ring on your finger, you on the back of my bike, and my baby in your belly,” he declared roughly, his eyes sparkling.

My breath left me. I was speechless. Happiness, pure unadulterated happiness didn’t need words.

Hansen smiled. “Want to go get married now?” he asked.

I smiled back and nodded.

Twenty minutes later, I was Mrs. Hansen Armstrong.

Nine months later, Xander Armstrong came into the world.

Pure unadulterated happiness followed me wherever I went.


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