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“I’m the godmother, right? And the honorary aunt?”

She blinked away a tear. “Of course.”

“Congratulations has always seemed like a weird thing to say when someone is pregnant. Like, all you did was have sex. Biology did the rest.” I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her cheek. “I’m happy for you, Kyrie. That’s so cool.”

“What about you and Harris?”

I shuddered. “Honey, I’m still working on letting him love me without me freaking out. Ain’t no babies or wedding bells happening any time soon. You’ll be the first—well, the second—to know when there is. I promise.”

We walked up the beach for a while, Alexei trailing behind us at a distance. When we returned, Nick was talking to Roth, and both of them had tumblers of scotch. Nick slapped Roth on the back, which led me to suspect Roth had just broken the baby news to him.

We partied late into the night. Kyrie didn’t drink, of course, so I drank enough for both of us. Harris even let loose a little. Responsibly, I insisted, since he was still wounded.

All the while, though, I was ruminating on Kyrie’s question.

And Harris and I?

Marriage? Kids?

I never thought it would happen to me. I never thought I’d even want it. I always assumed I’d be arranging fuck-buddies when I was in a nursing home, visiting my various geriatric booty calls. Apparently, fate or something had a different life in mind for me.

Somehow, sitting on Harris’s lap, sharing a glass of scotch with him, the idea of saying “I do” didn’t seem so scary or impossible. I wasn’t convinced I’d be that great a mother, since the only example I had was pretty shitty. But if anyone could make an honest woman out of me, it was Nicholas Harris.

And I was willing to try.

He pulled my ear to his lips as Roth carried Kyrie up to their room. “Just so you know, I’m gonna knock you up someday.”

“Someday far from now?”

“Not yet, no. You’re not ready for that. But you will be.”

“I’m not so sure, Nick.”

He pulled back so he could meet my eyes. “I am sure. You’ll be a great mother, some day.”

“Can we worry about teaching me how to be a great girlfriend, first?”

He laughed. “Sure. I’m in no hurry. We’ve got time.”

I tugged his wrist to me, pulling his suit coat sleeve back to bare his watch. “It’s 2:02, Nick.”

He grinned lazily at me. “Is it, now?”

I let out a breath. “Sure is. That’s a good two hours past midnight.”

“I have a promise to keep, don’t I?” He grinned at me, a smile full of promise.

THE END