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One by one, all the brothers offered their individual congratulations until Cross was the last man in the room. He shook Wraith’s hand then smiled over at Cleo.
“Knox would’ve loved this.”
Yeah, he would.
Cleo shook in his arms. He didn’t have to see her face to know she was overcome with emotion. Wraith tightened his hold, pressed his lips to her head, and whispered, “If it’s a boy, we already got the name.”
Knox.
Her cheeks were drenched in tears, but her smile was bright. “I hope it’s a boy.”
Me too.
The End
