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His whole body shakes with laughter, his eyes jade green as he grabs me around the waist and brings me on top of him, placing a loud kiss on my lips. “I love you, Mrs. Avery Stone.”

I smile. “I love you, Mr. Dominic Stone.”

The smile tells me he’s finally starting to believe it.

* * *

I waketo the smell of coffee and the sound of Cooper barking. I look at the clock and it flashes eight.

Shit. I’m late. I jump up quickly, tying my hair up before jumping into the shower. Making quick work of it, I get dressed. As I run downstairs, Dom looks over his shoulder. “I’m late! You didn’t wake me!”

He frowns. “You never leave until nine on Fridays.”

I grab my bag. “We have a special meeting.” I hop around, trying to put my shoes on. Handing me my travel mug and I lean up, kissing him quickly.

I make it just in time for the meeting. Cecelia saved me a seat and I fall next to her, blowing out a breath. The meeting drones on about the inspection we have in a few weeks and everyone in the room groans. Every teacher’s nightmare is the dreaded inspection.

I have a free period for the first lesson, so I mark all the work and sort out school projects to go home this weekend.

I go to freshen up before making my way to class. I grab the second test out of my bag, laughing to myself as I pee on the little stick.

I open my phone, looking through Instagram. It’s the only social network I like. Most of the people I follow are book bloggers and authors, plus a few friends from high school.

The timer goes off on my phone.

I pick up the test and frown at it. What the fuck? There’s a smiley face! What the fuck is a smiley face?

I shove the test in some tissue and wash my hands before I race back to the staff room, hoping Cecelia hasn’t left. She is packing her bags as I walk up to her.

“I got a smiley face.”

Raising her eyebrows, smirking. “Okay, did you take your tablets before you came to work today?”

I shake my head. “No, on that stupid test you gave me. I just took it and it’s a smiley face.”

Her eyes widen, her mouth the perfect “O”.

“You’re pregnant.”

“No, I just told you. I got a smiley face.”

She nods slowly. “A smiley face means you’re pregnant.”

I open my mouth and close it a few times, then a wave of love washes over me. I can’t explain it. My hands go to my stomach as a grin breaks out on my face.

“I’m pregnant.”