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Sitting at Jensen’s kitchen island, I watch and swoon at how he moves around preparing dinner.

This man knows what he’s doing in the kitchen. He wasn’t kidding when he claimed he would make Jon weep.

“Can I help?” I ask.

“Nah, Princess.” He rounds the counter with two bell peppers in hand. Spinning my chair around, he places them against my stomach and kisses me. “According to the book I was reading last night, at eighteen weeks, our babies are the size of bell peppers.”

“And by the time I push them out, they’ll be pumpkins.” I wince. “I’ll never be the same again—my pussy will never recover.”

“Your pussy.” Kiss. “Is fucking stunning.” Kiss. “And always will be.” Kiss. “And I really need to stop talking about it because all I want to do is slide inside you when I’m against the clock to get this food done.”

“It’s all in the prep.” I cast a hand across the kitchen, offering a bratty smile. “You could’ve had some of this done already.”

He huffs and gets back to chopping vegetables. “But someone needed to head home and change.”

“I felt icky after that jelly and all day in my work clothes.”

Throwing some potatoes into a pan, he smirks. “Sure, Princess. Not a diva at all.”

I look him over, my nonalcoholic cocktail he made me to my lips. “Doppelganger, remember? Works both ways.”

Sliding off the stool with sass for yet another bathroom break, I feel an arm come around my waist. Jensen’s lips find the shell of my ear, sending shivers throughout me. “Are you doing anything tomorrow? We don’t have a game or practice, and I assume you don’t have work since it’s a Saturday?”

I was going to spend some of it starting my preparation for Nina’s benefit, but I find myself shaking my head. “Nothing.”

“Here’s the plan. Tonight, after everyone’s left, I’m going to lay you on my bed and show you what the best night of your life looks like. Then tomorrow, I’ll show you your greatest morning before we head out shopping for our babiesandmy girlfriend.”

Girlfriend.

I keep waiting to freak out every time he says it, but I don’t. Instead, warmth washes over me like it’s the most natural feeling in the world. The moment I placed my mouth on his at the scan, it was like I finally decided to let go. To let him take control just like Felicity said I should. Trusting Jensen Jones with my heart and putting it in his hands is everything I want—and need.

“Shopping for me?”

He spins me around in his arms like we’re dancing. “Well, I only have one girlfriend, so yeah, something for you.”

Oh, here we go with the hockey player gift-buying malarky. I should’ve seen it coming, given all that happened with Felicity and Luna.

“I don’t think I need anything. I have all I want.”

I have you.

Narrowing his eyes, he quickly glances over his shoulder at the burner and then back at me. “I’m spoiling the shit out of you. Period. I don’t want any bullshit ‘Oh, I can take care of myself,’” he repeats in a mocking tone. “Yeah, I worked that one out a while back, Princess. But you belong to Jensen Jones now, and when that happens, even Princesses get an upgrade.”

“Wait,Kate, do you not want some pot roast?” Zach points to the huge dish set out in front of us.

I screw up my nose.

“She’s off meat,” Jensen answers, edging his chair closer to me.

“It’s just the smell makes me want to puke.”

“I told you we could’ve gone vegetarian tonight,” Felicity says.

“It’s fine,” I say, waving a hand in front of me. “It’s not as bad now that the morning sickness has worn off, but I’m good with my ratatouille and bread selection.”

Jensen smiles at me, his fork halfway to his mouth, and I melt at the sight. I’ve spent way too long trying to make him scowl, and it’s criminal when he has a smile like that.

Jon’s fork clatters to his plate. “Right, I’m gonna step in here and say we’ve all congratulated Zach and Luna and Jensen and Kate on having babies. But is anyone going to congratulate meon guessing the genders correctly on not one, oh no, but allthreebabies?”