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“I’m one hundred percent waddling, aren’t I?” I say to Felicity as we enter the family box, ready for the game.

“Hmm, I’d say less of a waddle at this point, more of a wallow from side to side,” she responds as she takes her seat, and I do the same.

“Well, that’s even worse!” I exclaim.

At twenty-two weeks pregnant with twins who are fighting to be the largest, I am freaking huge. Well, so it feels anyway. “Ugh, I’m so uncomfortable.”

“Well, on the plus side, it’s mid-November, so at least we won’t be heavily pregnant in the summer.” Luna balances her popcorn on her ever-growing stomach. She points to her bump. “This makes a great shelf.”

“At least there’s only one in there fighting for attention.” I shift awkwardly in my seat, desperately trying to get comfortable. The kicking is non-stop, and the only way to calm them is when Jensen sings.

Right as my mind wanders to him, the players skate onto the ice for warmups. I clock him straight away as he leisurely slides over to the crease, ready to begin his routine.

“Would you like me to wipe that drool from your chin, babe?” Felicity leans into me with a smirk.

I swipe at my chin, and she laughs. “Look, at least I can freely stare at him now.” How the hell I kept up the persona of being unaffected by Jensen Jones for so long is beyond me.

When he drops down into the splits, I simultaneously cross my legs on instinct.

Jesus, I could go into early labor right here.

Luna barks out a laugh. “I mean, I like hockey and all, but you could argue this is the best part of the show.”

“I’ll say,” Felicity agrees.

“Christ, don’t tell Jon you’re eyeing up other players while he’s busy coaching,” I drawl. “That boy is as possessive as they come.”

She balks. “You are kidding me, right? Your boyfriend is a Rottweiler. It’s hilarious, really, all the talk of you never falling in love or being possessed by a man, and here we are.” She points to Jensen, who’s started blocking Jessie's slap shots. “You two are the worst.”

“I have to agree,” Luna adds.

The lawyer in me would love to argue back and count all the reasons why they’re wrong. But they aren’t. He’s everything and the total opposite of what I ever thought I would want—possessive, obsessive, borderline stalker, and oh-so-loving.

When I moved into his place two weeks ago, he had everything moved across town and into his apartment while he took me away for a mom-to-be spa break. Massages and pampering were what he said I needed, but that’s questionable since he spent the entire forty-eight hours making love to me. We barely left the hotel bedroom, and when he wasn’t inside metelling me all the ways he loved breeding me, he was cuddling me as I drifted to sleep, only to be woken up with him between my legs, tasting me.

Heat pools in my core at the memories, and this time, I know I’m drooling, so I quickly wipe away the saliva before anyone notices.

Jensen tells me he loves me every time he sees me; the last time was when he brought me breakfast in bed, just like he does every morning.

I need to tell him how I feel, but even when it involves arguably the most perfect man to walk the earth, I’m scared of saying the words out loud. I don’t even know that I can. Other than to my girlfriends, I haven’t used those three words in a very long time.

“All okay there?” Felicity taps me on the arm, breaking me from my daydream.

“Yeah,” I bite down on my bottom lip to center myself and fight back the onslaught of mixed emotions.

“How are things coming on with the nursery?” Luna asks just as the boys skate off and back to the locker room, ready for the start of the game.

I shrug. “Actually pretty slow going. We have all the furniture built, but I’m worried about having them in the same room. What if one wakes the other?”

“Then put them in separate rooms. Jensen’s place has four bedrooms,” Felicity offers.

I scrunch up my nose. “I wanted them to be together. Then there’s the choice of colors. Jensen wants to go with blue and pink, but I’m saying sage green. It’s a good gender-neutral color. He doesn’t care for it.”

“We’ve decided not to do anything just yet. If the apartment sells, we’ll be out and waiting for the new place to be ready.”

Luna and Zach submitted an offer on a suburban home with a pool just outside of town, and it was accepted yesterday.

“It needs a lot of work, but you know us—renovations are our specialty,” she giggles.