Page 131 of Collided (Dirty Air 2)

I lift her off the couch and plant kisses everywhere my lips can reach before I place her carefully back on the cushions. My knees sink down onto the hardwood floor as my fingers lift up the hem of her shirt. I place kisses all over her flat stomach.

“Holy shit, we’re going to be parents?” I can’t believe that question came out of my mouth.

“Turns out the flu wasn’t exactly the flu. More like first trimester tummy troubles, kind of like a bad hangover without alcohol.”

“You know what this means?” I look at her from my spot on the floor, my face no longer kissing her stomach. “You’re protecting the future of F1, the very competitor against Marko Slade.”

She sends me a raised eyebrow. “And if we have a girl?”

“Even better. Nothing like getting your ass handed to you by a badass chick. She’d absolutely wipe the track with him.”

Sophie drops her head back against the couch and laughs with me.

Damn, I love this girl with everything in me. The girl who captured my heart and never let go. The one who wishes on stars, wears sneakers instead of heels, and kisses me senseless every night. The very woman who gave me a happily ever after. Turns out I was the lost prince and she saved me with glitter Vans and a sword crafted from love and selflessness.

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