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“Yes.”
“At your workplace.”
“Yes.”
“While your daughter is in the waiting room.”
“She’s fine. She’s with Winnie.”
“Gabriel.” I pulled back to look at him. “We can’t keep doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“This! The... the sneaking around. The closets and the patient rooms and the...” I gestured helplessly.
Something flickered in his eyes. “You’re right.”
“I am?”
“You are.” He helped me down from the table, his hands gentle. “No more sneaking. No more closets.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he kissed me softly. “From now on, I’m taking you to bed. Our bed. And I’m taking my time.”
Oh.
Oh my God.
He’s serious.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
He helped me get dressed, his touch lingering, and I realized something terrifying.
This wasn’t just about the custody battle anymore.
This wasn’t just about keeping up appearances or making things look real for Tonya’s lawyer.
This was real.
Wewere real.
And I had no idea what to do with that.
“Come on,” Gabriel said, offering his hand. “Let’s go get Megan.”
I took his hand, and we walked back down the hallway together.
Husband and wife.
For better or worse.
