His grin widens. My eyes narrow, which only makes him laugh.
“Good to know I’ve been feeding you well.”
“Feeding me? More like spoiling me.” Declan comes home by dinnertime every night just to cook me a balanced meal. At first, I thought it was a one-time thing, but he has made it a point to be home by 7 p.m. every day.
“Get used to it.”
“For how long?” Once he becomes CEO, I doubt he will have time for small traditions like that.
“Indefinitely.”
I blink. “Even when you’re CEO?”
“Especially when I am. You keep me sane.”
“That’s a terrifying notion, seeing as I cried during a grocery store commercial just last week.”
He shrugs. “To be fair, it was a really good advertisement.”
My head drops back as I laugh. When I come back up for air, Declan’s gaze is zoned in on me like a spotlight.
“What?”
His bright eyes match the smile on his face. “I miss having you around here.”
My chest tightens, and I’m hit with an overwhelming wave of affection.
“Jeff is good at his job.”
“Jeff isn’t you.”
I stand and walk around his desk. He rolls his chair back and tugs me onto his lap. His hands wrap around me, with one landing on my bump.
The content look on his face does something crazy to my heart rate. He leans forward to kiss me, but my growling stomach makes him pause.
His brows tug together. “Did you eat yet?”
I wince. “No.”
He extracts me from his lap before helping me back in my seat. Instead of returning to his chair, he grabs the takeout bag and rips it open.
“This isn’t healthy.”
I roll my eyes. “Excuse me for being in the mood to celebrate.”
“Celebrate wha—” His voice trails off as he pulls out a mini succulent from the bag. The black I’m a succa for my little girl stands out against the white pot.
“I thought you could keep it on your nightstand next to the other one.”
He turns toward me with wide eyes. “We’re having a girl?”
I nod with a smile. “I found out today.”
Declan hauls me into his arms and kisses me hard. His arms lock around my body, holding me up while he ravages my mouth. My chest feels close to combusting with the love he showers me in. He doesn’t stop kissing me until my growling stomach reminds us of the third little person in the room who is hungry.
He pulls away. I open my mouth to protest, but stop myself as Declan gets down on his knees in front of me.
He kisses my stomach, and I nearly melt from the sweetness of it all. My eyes fill with tears. One leaks out and makes a trail down my face.
“I know I’m going to have my hands full with you, baby Kane, but you’ll be worth every gray hair on my head. I can guarantee it.”
THE END
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