Page 166 of The Ultimate Goal

“We’re pregnant.”

He grabs my face and kisses me. “I love you.”

“I know.” I smile.

“Coast clear?” Comes from behind us.

Decon sighs and then smiles.

“This isn’t about you two, it’s about Savannah,” Paul says.

“Nana,” she giggles, and we turn around and wait for it.

The minute she sees Deacon, she squeals, and then it starts, “Dadadadada.”

He squats down and holds out his arms as she crawls to him, “Come here, Savvy girl.”

Yeah, Savvy stuck.