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Holy cow, we’re having a boy!

I can’t contain myself. I throw my face into my hands in the front seat of his car and tears erupt like a volcano.

“What the hell?” he asks.

“I’m just so damn happy!” I grin at him with eyes filled with tears and for a split second, Braxton looks completely stunned.

Then he does what he always does when I’m a complete, massive wreck.

He yanks me into his arms and he kisses me.

“You okay now?” he asks when he pulls back. His eyes are glimmering with moisture and happiness.

“No. I’m a mess.”

“You’re a beautiful mess. Come on, I have something planned for you.”

A surprise at Phil’s diner? Do I get my own roller skates? I laugh at the idea and climb out of the car, Braxton meeting me and closing the door for me.

I’m ushered into the diner and as soon as we step inside, the entire diner erupts with cheers so loud I jump back into him.

“Congratulations!”

I can’t believe this. I’m swept into a euphoria as I scan the room. Dan and Jenna. Stella and her husband, Robbie, who’s hilarious and bossier than Braxton. Bonnie and Asher are in front of them, and Robbie has a hand curled around each of their shoulders, holding his hellions in place.

We’ve seen them several times since our argument a few weeks ago. The first couple of times were awkward, but then things settled. It might take me a while to fully trust Stella and call her a friend, but her kids who are absolutely crazy and always hyper and shouting go a long way into smoothing the rough areas when it comes to us.

Then there’s Luca.

And Graham.

Javier from MadInk is here.

Everyone is here.

“Oh my gosh!” I throw my hands to my mouth and then turn, and throw my arms around Braxton. “You planned this?”

“Wanted everyone we love to celebrate with us. Should we tell them?”

I grin at him. I probably look insane. “Can I?”

“Go for it, baby.”

I spin on my feet and throw my hands in the air, shouting, “We’re having a boy!”

Shouts go up, more shouts and cheers and clapping hands and I’m rushing into the melee of Jenna’s arms around me, then Graham’s and Luca’s, when I’m suddenly yanked back by Braxton’s hand grabbing mine and pulling me back to him.

“What the heck?” I ask, as he’s tugging me.

He doesn’t stop until I’m standing in front of everyone again. “What are you doing?”

“That was sweet, baby, but that’s not what we’re celebrating.”

Huh? “What?”

“They can be happy for us that we’re having a boy,” he says, and before I can ask what he’s talking about, he drops to a knee.

He’s dropping to a knee.