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I’m an asshole, but I’m not stupid—it’s pretty obvious who fucked up here.

The issue is how to fix it.

Can I be the father my father wasn’t? And what will I do if we made a child who inherits my genetic fuckery? Of course, there’s always the chance that I didn’t. That our child will be like Hana, full of love and laughter and light. And that child will have Hana to help raise him or her. The difference in this baby—and everything else about my life now—is Hana.

Jordan told me that Hana is leaving for Slovakia, unable to trust that I’m going to take care of her.Them. She feels she’ll have a better support system in Slovakia since she doesn’t want to burden her brother or friends.

He also hinted that everyone thinks I’m a fucking loser.

That hurts.

It’s also the kick in the ass I needed.

Now that I’m out of bed and have food in my belly, I’m able to really assess the situation, and I don’t like anything about it.

I don’t like that she’s not here.

I don’t like that she’s not talking to me—even though that’s my own fault.

I don’t like not knowing how she and the baby are doing.

And I definitely don’t like the fact that she’s taking my kid and moving to Slovakia.

Suddenly, everything is crystal clear and I know exactly what I have to do.

Nothing has changed.

Except…everything has changed.

I love her. In fact, I’m deeply in love with her. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about her, which means I have to uncluster this fuckery I’ve created. Even if I have to get down on my knees and beg.

That’s an idea, though.

Getting down on one knee. I didn’t do it when we got engaged the first time, so she’s due some romantic gestures. Hell, all the romantic gestures. And once I’ve assured her of how much I love her, we’ll deal with everything else.

No matter how hard I tried to avoid it, Hana and I are having a baby.

And there’s no way in hell I’m letting the woman I love and our kid move thousands of miles away.

Finally, something in my brain clicks and I start to move, heading for the stairs.

I have to stop her, which means getting to the airport and probably buying a ticket if she’s already gone through security.

But I don’t care.

I’m going to do whatever it takes to win her back and bring her home.

Bringthemhome.

Because I’m going to be a dad.

It’s still scary, but nothing has ever felt more right.

Chapter 37

Hana

The airport is busy,and I make my way to my gate feeling oddly detached. Like this is happening to someone else. I had hope last night, after my conversation with Remy, that I might hear from Aiden, but there hasn’t been any contact at all. Not even through my attorney. Remy said he was going to talk to him first thing this morning but either it didn’t happen or Aiden simply doesn’t care enough to reach out.