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“And we always will. But whatever this is, you can’t do it on your own. I’m here. Lean into me. Then I’ll lean into whoever made you cry and possibly crush them to death.” I flash her my trademark smirk, hoping that will ease some of her sadness.

Boom. Nailed it.

“It’s you.”

My smirk falls and my heart sinks into my stomach as nausea spikes.

“What?”

“It’s you—” Her face pales as she shoves both palms against my shoulders, sending her chair wheeling backward two feet. Twisting faster than I knew she was capable of moving, Randi falls to floor, her knees slamming to the carpet in front of a white plastic trash can.

I tilt my head at the new random and cheap addition to her office.

Shaking off the curiosity, I move the chair out of the way, the wheels squeaking in protest as I shoot it across the room, and gather her hair into a low ponytail as she vomits into the can.

Her moans of pain and annoyance eat at my soul. I feel helpless standing here, unable to do anything but hold her hair and pray to her unicorn gods that all this will be over soon so she can tell me what the fuck she meant by me being the problem.

Me.

I know I’m not perfect, but things have been great. Stressful, sure, but she is running America, and her best friend is Russian, so yeah, things can get tense at times.

Her left hand smacks at my leg to get my attention. “Tissue, please.”

I pass her the box, not really knowing exactly how many she’ll need to clean up… that.

When she leans back onto her heels, she smiles up at me. Even after puking and crying, she’s still beautiful. How the hell I got so lucky, I’ll never know.

“Randi, I don’t know what I did, but—”

“Oh, you know.” She laughs.

I take her extended hand and help her off the floor. Placing a steady hand on the desk, she leans a hip against it and bites her lip.

“I really don’t.”

“Last night.” She raises her brows like that should give me some kind of clue.

Last night. Last night. Fuck, what did we do last night?

Oh, right, we fucked.

Oh shit.

I compile everything and only come to one conclusion, but then my head goes blank. I blink down at Randi, not sure if I want to ask the question or just keep staring, hoping I’m reading the signs right.

Because fuck, I want to be right. We’ve never talked about a family because we’re both older and she already has Taeler, and I didn’t want to press the issue. But now….

Please, unicorn gods, let my beautiful wife be pregnant.

“Trey?” she asks, furrowing her brow. “You okay?”

“Randi, tell me what’s going on.”

Nibbling on a nail, she glances all around the room, her chest ballooning out with a deep inhale. Like she’s finally made the decision to tell me the big news, she locks her hazel eyes on mine and smiles.

“I’m pregnant.”

And just like that, when I thought my life couldn’t get any better, it absolutely fucking does.

THE END… FOR NOW.