Page 206 of Nine Months to Love

She blushes. “Stefan!”

“What? It’s true.”

She shakes her head, but she’s smiling.

We walk back toward the party hand in hand. The music is louder now. People are dancing, laughing, drinking. No one seems to have noticed we were gone.

Just before we rejoin them, I stop and turn to face her. “I will love you every day for the rest of my life, Olivia. That’s a promise.”

Fresh tears spill down her cheeks. “You’re going to ruin my makeup yet again.”

I wink. “I’ll ruin it both ways, if you know what I mean.”

Laughing, I kiss her again. And again. And again.

Because I can.

Because she’s mine.

It started with a deal: nine months to bear.

Turns out we get a hell of a lot longer than that.