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“We could’ve built a house together,” she amends. “We’d look and explore the mountains looking for our perfect spot. I love it where we are, but what if there was a place around here by a creek or a river. Or a waterfall!”

“We could still do that, you know,” I say matter-of-factly. “My house here will probably double in value in a year or two. We can go hiking through the mountains looking for our perfect spot. Then we’ll build the house, sell my place here, and make a ton of dough so this baby can live in comfort.”

“That sounds perfect,” she says. “I really like your house, though.”

“I do, too. We don’thaveto move.”

“We’re talking like you’d be okay living together already.” She laughs.

“I am,” I say seriously.

Her eyes open wider. “For real?”

“Sure.” I shrug. “I’ve wanted you here every day since we parted. I feel blessed sharing my bed with you. To share more with you would be incredible.”

“Get out,” she says doubtfully. “What are you on? You would really be okay with me living with you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

She ponders for a short while before replying with, “Good point.”

“I want to be able to take care of my woman,” I tell her. “You can stay here as long as you want, Jillian. You could stay until your maternity gig starts. Or you could stay here and commute. How long is your gig for?”

“I don’t know,” she answers. “Probably a month or two.”

“I want to be there with you every step of the way,” I say. “I want to be attentive to my child and my baby’s mother.”

“I want you with me, too. You’d go to Lamaze classes with me?”

“If you tell me how to do it, and what the hell to do, I’ll go,” I say lightly. “Again though, no pressure. Don’t say you’ll live with me only because I suggested it.”

“Mason, I told you I loved you because it’s true!” she reiterates.

“You never told me you loved me,” I point out. “You said you were falling for me. That’s a little bit different.”

“Well, I do love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say with joy, pulling her in for a kiss.

“No man has ever made me feel the way you do,” she says. “What did I ever do to get so lucky?”

“You’re notthatlucky,” I quip. “You got pregnant after hooking up only oncewitha condom.”

She smacks my chest. “Why you gotta ruin the moment?”

“As long as you’re with me, I need nothing else,” I say.

“You’re so sweet,” she says. “I keep expecting to wake up from this dream. I can’t believe I get to call you mine.”

“Call me whatever you want, baby,” I say suggestively.

She runs her hands up and down my arms, squeezing them.

“Are you feeling my biceps?” I ask.

“I’m feeling all your muscles, sexy man,” she replies.

“Sorry you lost the job at K-Plus,” I tell her. “Well, sort of lost it. I know how much you loved modeling for them.”