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He smirks, pulling me against his chest. “Wanted to hear what it sounded like. Sixteen-year-old me is still shocked you’re having my babies.”

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I smirk. “Me too, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Noah tilts my chin up and presses his lips to mine.

“Owen crashed already. So I guess that gives us some alone time…”

I giggle. “You must’ve kept him busy today.”

“We worked hard. I think he had fun, though.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that after how moody he’s been lately.”

“We chatted a little, and I mainly just listened,” he explains.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” I pull him down for another kiss. “Wanna come to bed with your baby mama?”

“Fuck yes.” He growls, biting my bottom lip. “I’ll meet you in there after I finish up in here.”

He smacks my ass as I walk away.

“Don’t bother wearing clothes either.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

NOAH

“Have you seen my shoes?” Katie asks, frantically walking around the bedroom.

“Which ones?”

“The black strappy ones.”

I raise a brow. “The ones in your hand?”

She stops and looks down, sighing. “Oh my God. I swear, this baby brain…”

“You’re freaking out, sweetheart. You need to calm down.” I embrace her, hoping to comfort her. “It’s supposed to be an exciting day.”

“I know, and it is, but I’m just so nervous.”

I palm her cheeks and bring my lips to hers, tasting the sweet tea she drank earlier. “Don’t be. The babies are healthy, and today, we get to find out what they are. No more calling them olive and pea.”

She chuckles. “I can’t believe I’m over halfway through this pregnancy. It’s flying by. What if we aren’t ready by the time they arrive?”

“Don’t stress about that. We will be,” I try to reassure her. My goal is to have the house move-in ready by the end of August, which gives me another month. The upstairs is finished, and I plan on surprising her this weekend with the bassinets I built.

“Okay, you’re right. It just feels like I’m starting all over again as a brand-new mom.”

“It’s my first time, so I expect you to guide me through this whole parenting thing,” I tease.

Katie snorts, sliding on her shoes. “I’ll give you the CliffsNotes as soon as I figure it out myself.”

“Mom!” Owen yells from the living room. “Memaw is here.”

“Crap, where’s my purse?”

“You left it on the counter. I’ll grab it,” I tell her, rushing to the kitchen.