Page 113 of Biker Orc Baby Daddy

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"Scared?"

"Out of my mind."

"Same."

She leans her head on my shoulder. "But we've got this."

"We do." I hug her.

"Even when it's a disaster?"

"Especiallywhen it's a disaster."

The party winds down around eleven. People drift home. Colum's the last to leave, still buzzing with event ideas.

"I'm thinking a quick winter wedding," he says. "Before that basketball you're hiding under your shirt gets any bigger."

"Colum—"

"Or winter. Winter weddings are elegant. We could do ice sculptures."

"Colum."

"Fine. But I'm involved. Non-negotiable."

He leaves. Finally.

Cecie and I collapse on the coffee shop couch. Orry's asleep in his stroller, croissant crumbs on his cheeks.

"Today was a lot," Cecie says.

"Understatement."

"You proposed."

"I did."

"I said yes."

"You did."

"And now we're having another baby."

"We are."

She turns. Studies me. "You really okay with this?"

"Cecie. I spent a year not knowing I had a son. I'm not wasting another second. So yeah. I'm okay. More than okay."

"Even though it's fast?"

"Even though."

She kisses me. Slow. Sweet. The kind of kiss that feels like a promise.

We gather our things. Bundle Orry. Step into the cold.

The plaza's empty now. Just us and the string lights.

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