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“I love you,” he mouthed to me. “We’ve got this.”

I nodded at him as I was swept into yet another hug.

Finally, finally, we were able to make our way back to one another. Vincent took my hand like he was worried I might slip away.

“I think this is my favorite day,” I said to him, my eyes welling up yet again.

He shook his head. “Nope. Can’t be.”

I pursed my lips in mock frustration. “And why is that?”

“Because this is just the beginning of us. How can you pick a favorite already? We have a wedding, honeymoon, and birth ahead of us. Plenty more opportunities for magical moments.”

“You’re right,” I leaned against him and squeezed his arm. “And you know what’s the best part of all of those moments to come?”

“We’ll be sharing them?”

“Exactly. You, and me, forever.” My eyes went wide at my oversight. I clutched my stomach. “Oh my gosh, and this little one, too!”

“A family,” Vincent sighed. “Forever.”

We kissed again, and I knew without a doubt that I had a billion more favorite moments waiting for me.

END OF CRASHING INTO MR. WRONG

MANHATTAN BOSSHOLES BOOK 1