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He laughs, the sound rich, then he sobers, his eyes so tender on my face. “Are we crazy for doing this?”

“Is anyone really sane? I think we’re all a little bit crazy.”

Leaning in, he kisses my lips. “My dad once told me to be a man that her heart dreams of and her mind can’t comprehend. Be a man who makes her believe any man who made her believe she was less, was completely full of shit.”

My body shakes with laughter. “Sounds to me like your dad knew what he was talking about.”

He frames my face and plants a firm, fierce kiss on my forehead. “He does.” It’s then I realize he’s talking about Paul.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve married?” He’s hovering over me, planting kisses across my chest. “I don’t particular like mornings and I don’t like anything touching me when I’m trying to sleep. Oh, and for breakfast, I love chocolate croissants.”

He kisses my ear and whispers, in my hair, “Chocolate croissants every morning. Got it.”

“No exceptions.”

“I know what I’m getting into.”

Heat rushes between my thighs. “You do?”

“You,” he says, and I realize he is in fact inside me, again. “I’m trying to make a baby.” He chuckles, lifting one of my legs to his shoulder and kissing a path down the inside of my calf.

My lips brush the shell of his ear as I slide my hands around his neck and run my fingers through his hair. “Literally a happy ending, huh?”

He laughs. “I think I’veearned itmaking deals with you.”

It’s my turn to laugh. “I suppose you have.”

He lowers his face to me again, growling deep as he enters me with the words, “I love you, deal?”

“Deal.”

While my laughter fades and my husband of two hours attempts to put a baby in me, I know this much. One, he’s a keeper. Forever. And two, I have drowned my own sadness and self-doubt for years, but with Tathan, he gives me a place where I can breathe again.