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Jensen’s parked along the sidewalk, and when he sees me approach, he quickly climbs out and hurries around to open my passenger door.

“Hey,” I say, smiling sweetly at him.

He looks killer as always in black jeans, gray sneakers, and a cream long-sleeve designer shirt, the sleeves rolled up in the way he always does. He looks tired, though. His eyes are slightly puffy and red.

“Hey.”

My heart drops when I see the deflated way he takes me in. Things have been only slightly better than really awkward since I saw him outside the locker room. We’re talking, but only about the babies and when we’re going to start ordering furniture, which we finally agreed would be after this scan.

He jumps into the driver’s side and takes off toward the hospital, not saying another word.

“Are you excited?” I turn to him.

“Of course. This is huge.” He throws me a quick smile but concentrates on the road ahead.

“Felicity wants two girls.”

“I bet she does,” he responds, taking a left.

“You still think one of each?”

“Yeah, I do. You?”

“Boys.” I’m bound to be outnumbered for the rest of time.

Jensen looks at me and then back at the road. He opens his mouth but closes it again, clearing his throat.

“What were you going to say?” I push cautiously.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” I argue as we pull into the hospital parking lot.

Putting the car in park, he rests his forearm over the steering wheel and blows out a long breath. “Just inner thoughts, Princess.”

The nickname I once hated washes over me in a wave of relief—it’s the first time he’s called me that in a couple of weeks.

“Care to share them with the class?”

He shakes his head, and I deflate further. “Nah. Not class appropriate.”

“Okay, fine. Let’s get going.” I grab my bag from the floor and open the door when he stops me with a hand on my thigh.

“Are we definitely going to find out today and know what we’re having?”

With hope in his eyes and the way our group is so excited, I can’t say no. I place my hand over his. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

JENSEN

“Alright, let’s see what we have.” The sonographer pats the bed for Kate to lie on.

Getting the probe ready, I stare at the screen, waiting for the moment she places it on Kate, and I’m reunited with the two bundles that haven’t left my mind since July sixteenth.

“Okay,” the sonographer chimes, making some adjustments and pressing a few buttons. “Ah, here we are.”