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I nudge him with my shoulder. “I would’ve totally said yes anyway.”

He winks at me. “I know, baby.”

“Anyway, now I am pregnant, I need sleep. I can’t party all night like I used to,” I announce.

“Get used to no sleep, kid, you’ve got years ahead,” Chief throws at me with a shit-eating grin.

“Thank you, Dad. Always saying the right thing at the right time.”

“You’re welcome. Seriously, though, I’m proud of you, Mischief.”

My heart feels warm. “Thanks, old man.”

His eyes swing to Trav. “You take good care of my baby and her baby, Travis.”

“You got it.”

“Come back tomorrow so we can organize my wedding and talk babies.” Mom beams at me.

I can’t wipe the smile off my face, so happy to see her radiant and glowing.

Just as we are about to leave, Jasmine walks in. She rushes over, grabs my hand and lifts it. “I had to see it up close! That was so epic!”

“It was!” I grin.

“I can’t believe he did that on stage—oh, where can I find one?”

Travis snorts and I laugh. “I think Marcus is free.”

Jasmine grins. “Oh yeah?”

“Over my dead fucking body,” Chief snaps.

“Oh, poo! You always ruin my fun,” she teases.

He shoots her a look; she gives it right back.

“Mom and Chief are getting married next month,” I tell her. “They just decided.”

Jasmine turns to them. “Congrats, you two, that is awesome.”

“I need two bridesmaids,” Mom says.

Jasmine looks touched and her eyes water. My chest warms. Mom doesn’t have to care for Jasmine, but she does. She loves Chief, and that means she loves Jasmine. That’s just the kind of person she is.

“Big, ugly green dresses for us,” I joke.

Mom scoffs. “Hey, give your old mom some credit—I have good taste.”

“We trust you,” I say, hugging her one more time. “I’m off to bed. Love you guys.”

They hug me, then Travis and I leave. Back at his place, he pins me against the wall and kisses me. “Best night of my life.”

I smile. “Mine too.”

“Hey, what’s that?” he says, letting me go. There’s an envelope on the carpet by the door. He picks it up, opens it, and his face goes pale.

“What is it?” I ask, taking it from him.