Page 97 of Laced With Secrets

“I love you,” he murmured back. “Even if you’re going to use this story against me for the rest of our lives.”

“Absolutely I am,” I confirmed cheerfully.

He laughed—carefully, mindful of his ribs—and pulled me closer, his hand settling possessively on my hip.

We lay like that as the afternoon light faded outside our windows, wrapped in our nest, skin against skin, the bondbetween us humming with love and contentment and the profound relief of having survived the worst and come through it together.

Tomorrow we’d deal with statements and investigations and community reactions.

Right now, we were just two people who loved each other, lying in the nest we’d built together, with our baby growing safe between us and an entire future stretching out ahead.

And that, I thought as I felt Dominic’s breathing even out into sleep, his hand still possessively curved around my hip, was more than enough.

It was everything I could ever want.

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