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I toss my phone on the couch—everyone can wait. There’s only one person I need to be with right now.

A soft glow greets me when I enter the bedroom, and I spot Kate sitting up in bed, looking like a fucking dream in a white silk cami nightdress. Her bump shows underneath the duvet that rests over it. Her blonde hair is down and around her shoulders. She’s reading one of the baby books I bought her, and my heart squeezes so hard in my chest.

As I stand at the foot of the bed, she looks calm and collected—not the Kate I was half expecting to see.

Maybe we surprise each other sometimes.

“Hey,” I say, pulling off my tie.

“Hi,” she whispers.

Shrugging off my jacket, I start unbuttoning my white dress shirt. “Did you watch the interview?”

“I did.”

I know she did.

“And?” I ask.

She replaces her bookmark and closes the book, resting it on her cute bump. “And nothing about what you say or do surprises me anymore.”

“Are you pissed at me?” I ask, pushing the stress lump down in my throat.

She shakes her head. “No.”

I narrow my eyes playfully at her as I unzip my pants. “What are you then?”

She sets the book on the bedroom floor and pats the bed beside her. “Waiting for you to come fuck me.”

Barking out a laugh, I throw my head back as a mixture of happiness and relief hits me.

Fixing her with my eyes again, I push my pants down until they pool around my ankles, and I step out of them, holding out my hand. “Come here.”

Slowly, she climbs out of bed and then takes my hand as I pull her toward me.

Wrapping an arm around her waist and raising our joined hands into the waltz position, I slowly start turning us around in a circle.

She chuckles. “What are we doing?”

“Dancing, Princess.”

Clearing my throat and against the silence of the bedroom, I start singing out the lyrics to ABBA’s “Dancing Queen.”

She looks up at me, her swollen stomach rubbing against my body. “I need you to know that I…I love you.”

I already know she does. I didn’t need her to say it out loud for me to know. But the fact she did tells me she’s ready.

Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, I close my eyes and leave this moment to fate. “Marry me, Princess. Be my wife. Let me dance with you in our bedroom when we’re old and gray in our underwear. Give me that honor.”

Keeping her beautiful blue but now slightly glassy eyes on me, she nods slowly. “You’ve blown every theory I had about you completely out of the water. You’ve proven me wrong at every turn. You’ve proven to be my soulmate, JJ. So, yes.”

Taking her mouth with mine, I kiss her in a way that tells her she’s my world.

“Hang on a minute.”

Stepping away, I move to my dresser and pull out the small black box I buried in there when I bought it right after Kate told me she was pregnant.

Standing there in her silky nightdress, I slowly spin around to face her and drop to one knee.