Page 97 of The Sweetest Mistake

When Julia’s parents arrived on Saturday, she and Connor eagerly let them take over with Ava. For the first two nights, they’d let Ava sleep in the portable crib in the room they shared, but once Debra got there, she insisted they move the crib to the master bedroom, which was much larger.

Julia had hesitated at first, wondering how Cam would feel about it, but then Connor had reminded her that her dad was a pediatrician.

“If anyone can take care of Ava, he can,” Connor had said.

So, on Saturday evening, after swimming, boating, and picnicking on the lawn, Julia and Connor settled into their room—alone.

Smiling, she curled into his side and laid her hand on his bare chest.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too.”

He turned on his side so he could look into her eyes, which were brimming with love and contentment.

“I can’t wait until we have a baby of our own,” he said, “but first, I want to marry you. From here on out, no more mistakes.”

Caressing his face with the back of her hand, she said, “Loving you could never be a mistake. And if it is, it’s the sweetest mistake I’ll ever make.”

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