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“Let’s see the ring!” Granny Murray, surrounded by her new fan club from the retirement community, yelled.
Ryder slid a sparkling diamond on my hand while Violet snapped photos, telling me I looked okay but Ryder looked gorgeous.
“I was going to do this on Christmas.” He nuzzled my neck. “But then I decided that maybe a baby announcement would be better for the holidays.”
“A baby?” my mom screamed.
“I am not pregnant,” I told my family loudly. “At least I don’t think I am.”
“But you’re working on it?” my mom begged.
“What do you say, Dakota? You want to work on it?” Ryder cupped my face, kissing me lovingly. “Hmm? A little baby who looks just like you?”
I looked my fiancé up and down—my very large, very massive fiancé.
“There is not going to be anything little about that baby.”
