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“I expect to meet him sooner rather than later,” I say.

“I hoped you’d say that.”

“Have you told the others?”

She laughs. “No. Bianca suspects something so she won’t be surprised. Gannon and Ripley will be fine with it. But Lord knows I don’t want to deal with Tate.”

My laughter joins hers. “He’s going to give you so much shit.”

“I might be loosening up, but I’m not at the point in my life where I can take Tate’s debauchery.”

I snicker, shaking my head. “He’s your child.”

“That he is. And I’m proud of that boy, just like I’m proud of you.” She pauses. “And maybe you’ll know that feeling soon.”

My gaze flickers to the bedroom, catching a glimpse of Chloe packing the last of her things. The idea of her being pregnant with my child—her stomach swollen with our baby—makes my cock hard. But it also makes my heart skip a beat.

“Maybe, Mom,” I say. “We’ll see.”

She sighs happily. “Okay. I just needed to get this off my chest. Let me know when it’s okay to come up and visit with you and your beautiful bride.”

“Thank you for giving us a bit of space. I appreciate that.”

“Of course, Jason. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much, too.”

“Call me.”

“I will.”

“Goodbye, son.”

“Bye, Mom.”

I end the call and slide my phone into my pocket, my gaze settled on my wife. She looks at me with a tilt of her head—my beautiful wife.

I love you, too, Chloe. Maybe I always have.

And maybe I’ll get to tell you that soon, too.

Chapter 23

Chloe

“Look at her,” I say, beaming as Jason navigates his car into the driveway. “She’s sitting outside with her coffee and crossword puzzle book.”

Jason stops the car by the side of the house and shuts the engine.

He’s been quiet since we got into the car at the airport. Typically, he keeps me engaged in a conversation or a story. Over the last hour, he’s focused on the road with his right hand resting on my thigh.

Mimi waves. Even from here, I can tell she has color in her cheeks. The sunshine and fresh air are doing her good.

I glance at Jason. He’s doing me good, too.

“Are you okay?” I ask, touching the side of his face. His stubble is rough against my hand, and I immediately wonder what that would feel like between my legs.

“Of course, I’m okay.” He leans over and kisses me. “And that thought you just had? You’ll find out tonight.”