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It took him a few seconds to register what it was.

While he was distracted, I moved his camera from behind my back and snapped about a million pictures as his confusion warped to surprise before landing firmly in happiness.

Beyond happiness.

His grin was loaded with pride, adoration, love, and, unsurprisingly, heat. “You’re pregnant?”

I nodded, too choked up to say the words.

Getting pregnant when I was still taking classes for my Master’s degree and we were at the beginning stages with our fledgling studio was probably bad timing, but I didn’t care.

Schedules weren’t that important.

Okay, they were, but not with something so beautiful.

Tripp’s smile dropped, and his shoulders went back. “If you don’t open this damn door right now, Greer Carter, I am breaking it down.”

The second I turned the lock, it was thrown open, and I was in his arms. My legs and arms wrapped around him on instinct, but it was unnecessary. He would never drop me. Never hurt me.

Me or our baby.

His bruising kiss said just as much as his expression had, but he went for the trifecta by spelling it out with words. “Never thought life could feel so full. ThatIcould feel so full. I love you, siren.”

“I love you, too, Sir.”

He kissed me again, and I opened my mouth, giving him what he wanted with a greedy desperation that never waned—what he had because that feeling was mutual…

Me.

And I did it wondering how I’d ever thought a bland life would be enough for me when I could have spice instead.

The End!