“Fuck, Clara!” I say, wrapping her up in my arms.
“You’re going to have to work on your swearing,” she tells me with a laugh.
“I will. I’ll be better,” I swear, and she squeezes me tighter.
“We’re going to have a baby,” I say reverently, and she smiles.
“Are you happy?”
“I’m ecstatic. I love you, Clara.”
She smiles and I lean forward, kissing her softly.
“I wonder what my boss is going to say about me needing to take so much leave coming up,” she says when we break apart.
I grin as I spoon her and nuzzle my face in her neck.
“I’m sure that he’ll be gracious as always,” I tell her, and she giggles.
“I’m sure too.”
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