Page 174 of Temporary Vows

He walks to his desk, which is just in front of us and sits on the edge. “The good news is this condition is very treatable.”

“Condition!” Dorian and I blurt at the same time.

“I’m afraid so. And you’re likely to have it for around seventeen to eighteen years. Give or take five or so years.”

My blood drains. “What kind of condition is it?”

Dr. Mallard chuckles. “It’s called motherhood. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Vale you’re pregnant.”

Dorian and I turn to face each other, wide-eyed.

My lips part but nothing comes out.

I’m pregnant.

After all this time it never even occurred to me.

For a second the world spins faster and it's just us — two people staring at each other with the same disbelief written across our faces.

"Oh my God," Dorian mutters and his composure, slips, unmasking pure, unfiltered joy. "We’re going to be parents."

He glances back at Dr. Mallard who nods happily.

“The headaches are just hormonal changes. It will pass. Other than that, enjoy the ride,” he says.

Dorian moves before I do, picking me up and lifting me into the air.

I laugh and slip my arms around his neck as he spines me around.

"I love you," he says, pulling me closer. "I love you so much."

“I love you so much too.”

He spins me one more time and I think of how happy he’s made me.

He was the man I thought I could never have.

But myDorian Grayturned into the prince who finally swept me off my feet.

Dorian Vale.

Epilogue - Dorian

Four months later

The boardroom smells like coffee and baby powder. An unlikely combination for a multibillion-dollar company, but that’s what happens when Knox Vale decides his three-month-old son belongs in a board meeting.

Knox is sitting at the head of the table with the baby sprawled across his chest. One massive hand cradles the back of his son’s head while the other flips through the latest contract. My nephew is out cold, completely unbothered by the fact that he’s lying on top of a man who could buy a small island before lunch.

I lean back in my chair and watch them for a moment. My brother, sitting here with his son sleeping against his heartbeat like it’s the safest place in the world.

It probably is.

And it’s a good sight. I already know I’m going to be even worse when my time comes.

I’ll be having a son, too. And a daughter.

Elodie and I are having twins.