She blinked.
“These.” I picked up the other three in assorted colors. “Are likely the clones of this one.”
She giggled. “Seems like I might have had an attachment to you.”
“I’d say,” I teased as I stuffed them all into a bag that would be checked on our flight back home.
She slowly started to rub her belly as she walked around the room.
She stopped in front of a photo and stared.
I walked up behind her to see one of the first photos that we’d ever taken together.
It’d always been attached to her vanity mirror every time I’d dropped in to see her.
Yeah, neither one of us had ever given up on the other.
That much was obvious.
She slowly reached out and pulled the photo free of the mirror.
It had years of tape lines on it. It’d been bent. But it was still her most prized photo.
Just like the one that I kept in my hat of her. Of the ones that’d been in my truck.
“I…”
She lifted her hand to her head and gasped.
I froze, my hand halfway outstretched to catch her if she fell.
Then she whirled.
I caught her when she threw herself at me, pulling her in close as she started to sob.
“Baby, what…”
“I remember.” She sniffled. “I’m so sorry!”
Relief hit me like a battering ram straight to the chest.
I squeezed her just a little bit tighter, and the baby between us protested by kicking out at the solid wall of my belly.
“So grumpy,” she teased as she wiggled. “I’m sorry for not telling you about the team. They were being handled, and I really was going to tell you, but shit. Everything was just going by really fast and they were the last thing on my mind thanks to your mother’s shit. Plus…I wanted to handle this one on my own. They’ve been a pain in my ass for years. I wanted to stick it to them all on my own.”
I ran my hand up the back of her shirt and nuzzled her throat.
“We’ll figure it out,” I said. “We would’ve had to come here and do this anyway. Best to get it out of the way now so we don’t have to come with an infant after she’s born.”
She blew out a relieved breath against my throat.
Then said, “I never wanted you to see my Boone collection.”
I frowned and pulled back. “Your what?”
“That’s Boone two.” She pointed at the first dildo we’d ever made together. “The rest are Boone three through Boone five. Just in case Boone two ever failed.”
I threw back my head and laughed.
