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There’s therapy and some experimental vitamin regiments if it comes to that, but you should cross that bridge when and if you come to it.” She flipped the machine off, silencing my child’s robust heartbeat.
    “Let me get this straight. You’re saying we could end up with a non-shifting full-blooded shifter?” I asked.
    “Yes.” She nodded. “The best thing to do is to make sure your wife gets plenty of rest, and has minimal stress. Treat her like a queen and most likely everything will be fine.”
    I didn’t bother to correct her about the wife label. Katrina would be mine soon enough. “That I can do.” Leaning over, I kissed the top of her head. “Are you up for it?”
    “For being treated like a queen?” Katrina asked. “I think I can go along with that. But it’s going to be hard to do when I still don’t have any furniture or cable.”
    “Don’t worry about that,” I said, stroking her lovely face. “You’re moving into my place today.”
    “Your place?” Her eyes widened in surprise. “That’s quite the commitment, don’t you think?”
    “Our place,” I corrected and placed my hand lightly on her belly. “Commitment was never the issue. Make no mistake, I’m in. All in. You, me, the cub. You’re both mine and I want you with me. Always.”
    Her eyes misted. “Okay. I’m in, too.”
    “Good.” I kissed her temple sure my heart was going to explode. “And while you’re lying around eating bon bons and watching day time television, I’ll cook for you and run all your errands. You can order new furniture so it’s not a bachelor pad, plan out the nursery, hold hen parties, do whatever you please, and I’ll make it happen.”
    “Bon bons and daytime TV?” she asked. “Who do you think I am? Melinda Greyson?”
    I chuckled. “No, thank God. It was just an expression. You can do whatever you please and I’ll take care of the heavy lifting. Deal?”
    “Can I work?”
    I frowned. “You mean manage the gym?”
    “Yes. As much as possible while I’m resting. But yeah. It’s my dream. I don’t want to give it up.” There was a challenge in her tone, and I wasn’t quite sure where it was coming from.
    “I’d never stop you from doing anything you wanted to do,” I said carefully. “Hell, I’ll even help you if you need me. My only concern is that you and the baby are safe and healthy. As long as work isn’t stressing you out, then sure, work. Do what you love. I’ll support you.”
    Tears gathered in her bright blue eyes. She grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me in close. “That, Mr. Doucet, was the perfect answer.” Then she kissed me.

Chapter 9
Katrina
One Year Later
    “T hey’re here,” Chase called from the living room.
    I was in the baby’s room folding laundry and cooing at Quinn, our five-month-old baby girl. She had curly black hair and my bright blue eyes. Not to mention her adorable smile. Just looking at her brightened my day. I picked her up and rubbed noses with her. “Hey, sweet girl. Are you ready to go play with your cousin?”
    She let out a small gurgle of a laugh and reached out to tug on my hair.
    “I guess that’s a yes.” Grinning, I toted her out to the backyard where I found Chase and Cyrus already at the grill. Claire was sitting on a blanket in the grass, bouncing Tegan on her knee. The blond-haired baby girl was six months old and Quinn’s bestie.
    Every time Claire brought her over, my little one lit up like a firecracker. “Look who came to see you,” I said to Quinn and turned so she could see Tegan.
    A loud squeal filled the back yard.
    Everyone laughed.
    “Looks like the party has started,” Chase said, handing me a tall glass of lemonade.
    “It will as soon as this one gets what she wants,” I said, trying to keep Quinn from jumping out of my arms. The child was reaching down for Tegan before we even made it to the blanket.
    Claire jumped up from her spot and took Quinn from me. “I’ve got this, Momma.