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“What would you name your kid?”

“I’m not sure,” I admit. “I usually go to the epic names, or something basic that always works like Jack and John or Sarah. I’ll have to think.”

“I like Sarah,” she says.

“What about if it’s a boy? What name did you have in mind for him?”

“I don’t want to say. It’s a good name though, trust me.”

“I like the name Trey for a boy, too, not sure why,” I comment.

“Hmm,” she says. “Well, we’ve got time to figure it out. And you know you don’thaveto sell Dunn Deliveries just because you open up a café. You’re running Dunn Deliveries rightnow—here, while you’re in bed. You can be on call for that and work the café for most of your time. No reason to sell it if you ask me.”

“That’s an excellent point,” I observe. “You’re already making awesome life choices for me. When can you move in? Tomorrow?”

She laughs. “Well,yeah. If you’re serious, and you’re willing to put your damn money where your fine mouth is, I sayyes. I could move in with you tomorrow if that’s what you wanted.”

“Is that whatyouwant?” I demand to know.

“Yes,” she answers. “I want to live with you, Mason.”

We share many long, passionate kisses. Her tongue lightly grazes across my lips, and I look into her emerald green eyes.

“This feels like a fairytale or something,” I say. “I know that’s corny-sounding.”

“It really is a modern fairytale,” she agrees. “Premarital sex that ends with a baby sounds more like today than those old-school fairytales.”

“You don’t think Prince Charming fucked the princess from behind in the old-school fairytales?” I joke.

“I’m sure he did, but those are in the adult editions they keep locked up in a vault.”

“What do you think’s going to happen next in our story?” I ask her.

“I’m going to fall more in love with you every day until I tell you to put a damn ring on it,” she says.

“Whoa.” I laugh. “Wait, I thought you said you weren’t expecting a proposal from me.”

“That was before I realized how much I need you.”

“I could barely function with you not around.I’mthe one that needs you.”

“Let’s agree to never go a day without talking,” says Jillian. “From now on, we always talk or text each other at least once a day.”

“Deal,” I concur.

“I think what happens next,” she begins, returning to my earlier question, “is that I look for work casually while crashing at your big-ass house. If you think you can handle me for a week, let’s say. If you still love me after living with me for a week, then I’ll move in with you for good. I can sublet.”

“Sounds good.” I nod.

“You will keep expanding your delivery empire and make more money so that you can buy a café. Do you know what you’re going to name your restaurant?

“I have a few ideas.”

“Like?”

“You tell me what you’re going to name our son, and I’ll tell you what I’m going to name my café,” I bargain.

“I can wait.” She winks.