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always did when I looked at her.
    “I’m happy,” I replied. “And I can’t wait to make you my wife.”
    Huntley’s eyes glistened and in them I saw the world. She was my world. Our family was my world.
    “Don’t cry,” I murmured, wiping her cheeks.
    “Don’t mind me,” she whispered. “It’s been happening a lot. I seem to leak when I’m happy these days.”
    I chuckled. “You’re happy?”
    “Deliriously.”
    “Well I must be doing something right then.”
    Huntley smiled and I kissed her lips. “I wanted to ask you something,” I said. I’d been thinking about this for a while, but the timing just hadn’t felt right with all the wedding planning and such.
    “Of course, baby. Anything.”
    I swallowed, feeling nervous. God, this woman tied me in knots. “I think we should try for another baby.”
    I held my breath and watched as Huntley’s eyes widened. “I mean if you’re ready,” I added quickly. I didn’t want her to feel pressurized if having another baby wasn’t something she wanted just yet. I could understand if she wasn’t ready but I was praying to God that she was. There was no better time in my life than when Huntley was pregnant with Hunter. Seeing her belly grow with my baby was something I desperately wanted to experience again. The room filled with silence, and then it was broken by nothing but a whisper.
    “Okay.”
    My heart leapt from my chest and I slid down next Huntley so that our faces were only inches apart.
    “Okay?” I asked, wanting to hear it again.
    Huntley gave a small nod and I captured her mouth in a long, deep kiss.
    “Say it,” I murmured against her lips, “tell me we’re having another baby.”
    I felt her lips tip up and then she said it. “We’re having another baby.”
    Those were the sweetest words ever spoken. And then we were done talking.
     

 
    We sat in the small yet opulent bridal boutique situated two hours outside of Breckinridge. The wedding was only three days away and it was the final dress fitting for all of us. Grayson’s mother, May, sat to my left and she was deep in conversation with Huntley’s aunt Emma as we waited patiently for Huntley to come out. Until now, the only person who had seen Huntley’s dress was her aunt and I was anxious to see how she looked. I envisioned her in something form-fitting with a slight flare at the knees and a chapel length train. Not that it really mattered what she wore. She’d make a black garbage bag look fantastic.
    The shop assistant brought us some more champagne and I took the flute from her hand gratefully. I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my belly and I was determined to squash it with more bubbly goodness. The last thing I wanted was to ruin this day for Huntley with my less than exuberant mood. It’s not that I wasn’t excited but my mind was preoccupied with other things. Huntley had texted me last night and told me that Brody was in town and knowing that he was here stirred so much inside me that I found myself thinking about our past, about things I’d rather forget but never will. I could lie and say I didn’t want to see Brody but I’d only be fooling myself. I wanted to cast my eyes on his beautiful face and look into the depths of his deep chocolate brown eyes. I wanted to know what the past year had been like for him and if he had hurt as much as I had. I wanted to know if he thought about me, about us, every day the way I did, if he had trouble sleeping because it was my face that kept him awake. I wanted to see if he had changed at all, or if he was the same man I gave my heart to when I had little understanding of just how much he’d come to mean to me. I wanted to know if he’d see that I had changed, that he had changed me and that despite all that we had put each other through, he was the still the keeper of my broken, yet still beating heart.
    A gasp brought me back to the present moment and all thoughts of Brody vanished when I turned to see Huntley