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“I know.”

“No, I don’t think you do.”

“Oh, I do.” He pulls me closer, gaze still fixed on me. “That’s why I was looking at you like that. I went from Ajax showing us one cute picture to imagining our daughter and wondering what you’d look like carrying her in about thirty fucking seconds.”

“You mentally built us an entire child.”

He shrugs like he didn’t just make this infinitely worse. “Not the first time, Mama. Just the first time I let you know about it.”

“Ay, Dios mío. How long has this shit been happening in your head?”

“Long enough to know she’d have your attitude and me wrapped around her finger before she could fucking walk.”

My face heats all over again.

“And you just kept that to yourself?”

He grins. “Had a feeling telling you I’d already pictured you pregnant with my kid might scare you off.”

“You think?”

“Yeah.” His hand spreads over my waist, thumb brushing slowly across my skin. “But now that you like me, and actually admit it, you’re harder to get rid of.”

“You’re insane.”

My face is burning now, which would be significantly less embarrassing if Revel weren’t watching every second of it.

His mouth curves. “Just admit you kinda like the idea.”

“I absolutely did not say that.”

“Didn’t have to, Mama.”

I shove lightly at his chest, but his arm stays around my waist.

“Ay, cállate.”

He laughs and kisses my temple like he didn’t just casually drop a fucking grenade into my brain.

Except now it’s there.

A little girl with my attitude.

His grin.

Both of us.

Nope.

Absolutely fucking not.

I am not thinking about this.

Especially not the part where, for one terrifying second, I kind of fucking liked it.

He catches my wrist, laughing, and pulls me back against him.

“Can’t help where my brain goes, Mama.”