Page 23 of Buy Me, Love

A lock of black hair falls against his forehead and I push it away before he crushes his lips to mine. A bubble of excitement pops inside me and around us people are clapping. It feels like I’m kissing Maxwell Armstrong for an eternity before we pull away from eachother.

“I’d like to propose a toast,” my father says. “To my two favorite people in the world. You are both incredible, incredible individuals. And I know that together you will be better than your are alone. Even if alone you’re both really fuckingawesome.”

The three of us take our champagne glasses in our hands, but with shaky fingers, I hold back and don’t clink mine againsttheirs.

“Kit?” Max asks me with a sideways grin. “Why aren’t youtoasting?”

“It’s bad luck to toast and not drink,” I breathe. “Max. I’mpregnant.”

My heart is beating to the sun and back. My heart is fuller than a basket of puppies on Christmas morning. Max stands up, takes me in his arms and spins mearound.

“I love you so fucking much, Kit,” he whispers against my lips. I feel a few salty tears against my mouth as I kisshim.

“I love you too, Mr.Armstrong.”

“Mrs. Armstrong,” he whispers against my lips. “I loveyou.”

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