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I wrinkle my nose, making a face at him. “Don’t be ridiculous. They need to be cleaned.”

“Someone else—” He’s striding across the room, looking so handsome, he steals my breath. Still.

“Everyone is busy,” I huff from the top of the ladder. We’ve been together long enough that I don’t let his gorgeousness distract me from being right. “I’ve got the day and energy to spare.”

He stops at the bottom of the ladder. “Come down, sweetheart.” I glare and he lets out a sigh. “Please.”

I only hesitate for another moment before I start down the rungs. While I’m more than capable of being on a ladder, being pregnant has made both of us more cautious.

When I get halfway down, his hands grab my waist, lifting me off the ladder and into the cradle of his body, where his large hand settles over my stomach. “You shouldn’t be on a ladder.”

“The crystals need to be cleaned.”

“I knew you’d say that which is why I hired a service to take care of it tomorrow.” His arm wraps tighter around me as he nuzzles my ear.

Mrs. Raith has discreetly disappeared, so I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m excited and trying to keep myself busy.”

“Come help me supervise the placement of the archway. You can help the florist choose the flowers to string up the sides.”

I remember Brittany’s comment about wanting to marry a guy who could buy expensive flowers, but I still don’t care about them.

He bends down to kiss me then, and I sink into him. I still haven’t gotten enough of him, the passion between us, bright as ever.

“We could do that,” I whisper against his lips. “Or…”

He chuckles. “The florist will do an excellent job without our help.” And then he’s lifting me, sprinting toward the stairs with me in his arms. In two days, I’ll officially be Mrs. Smith.

Triston is my dream come true.