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“Is she gone?”
“Yes.She’s gone.The deputy is escorting her out of town.”
“Do you think she’ll come back?”I’d rather not have to confront that woman ever again.
“Nope.I threatened to send someone to her home to do a paternity test.She finally snapped and admitted the child is not mine.My sister will keep an eye out and make sure the child is safe and cared for.”
I blow out a relieved breath and hug Tiago tighter.He’s mine.That bitch cannot have him.
Chapter24
Tiago
I’m sitting at the table in the kitchen sipping my coffee on Friday morning when my girl wanders in.She looks adorable, all mussed and sleepy.I love how she looks first thing in the morning, and tomorrow is the last time she will ever wake up not in my bed where I can stare at her.
I rise, pull out the chair next to mine, and push her up to the table as soon as she sits.I have our breakfast routine all figured out.I slide a glass of orange juice in front of her, which she guzzles while I head for the counter to prepare her tea.My girl likes black tea with cream and sugar in the morning.
She’s slightly more awake when I return with the steaming cup, and after a sip, she smiles and blinks as though she’s just arrived on Earth and notices Ryder and Claire sitting across from her.“Ahhh… Tea…”
I set a croissant in front of her next and grab a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs from the warmer.
Reagan tips her head back and gives me the biggest smile.
I set my hand on her shoulder and bend down to kiss her, lingering longer than necessary.“I love you.”
“And you’re so good at showing it.You’re spoiling me.”
“Always, baby.Forever.”I slide onto the chair next to her and straddle her with my legs.
She shoots me a playful glare.“Did you want to hold my fork and feed me, too?”
Claire finally giggles.“Oh, girl… You have not seen hovering yet.Wait until after the wedding.They get worse.”
Ryder smirks before pulling his wife’s braid and looking down at her, an inch between their faces.“And by worse, you mean that my palm lands on your sassy bottom more often?”
“Something like that,” she mutters.
Reagan takes a bite of her eggs and then leans to one side and stares across the room.“What on Earth is in all those giant boxes?”
Claire groans.“Furniture for the nursery.”
“Already?”Reagan’s voice rises.“You’re like two-minutes pregnant.”
“Don’t I know it?”Claire elbows Ryder.“This caveman thinks we need to be prepared.”
Ryder tugs her hair again.“It’s never too early to start planning.”He glances at me next.“I’m happy to order two of everything if you’d like.”
Tea spews out of Reagan’s mouth before she jerks her gaze to me.“Don’t you dare.”
I chuckle and rub her back as I respond to Ryder.“Thank you for the offer, but I’ll let my wife pick what she wants.”
“In like a year,” she grumbles.
“In like nine months and a day,” I respond, grinning.
Ryder rubs his wife’s flat stomach.It’s comical since, like Reagan pointed out, she’s two-minutes pregnant, but I find myself jealous that his wife is pregnant.It’s irrational, but I can’t wait to catch up.
Claire bats Ryder’s hand away.“Stop that.”She shoves at him, too.“And scoot over a few inches.You’re suffocating me.”
