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    “Jasmine,” I say, standing so fast I nearly knock over the table. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” I know I said I wasn’t going to talk, but I’m being forced to… seeing her like this is weird.

    She holds up a hand, stopping me in my tracks.

    “Rx,” she snaps, her tone sharp. “I’m fine.”

    “Fine.”

    The word doesn’t reassure me in the slightest, but I don’t push. I study her, trying to figure out what’s going on, but before I can ask, she speaks again.

    “Don’t tell me I look tired, or weak, or anything remotely patronizing,” she warns. “I’m not here for that.”

    By the goddess. What do women really want? I’ll tell you this—never, ever make a woman mad. You’ll be begging for mercy until yourst breath. I repeat, never make the mistake of making ady vexed.

    I raise my hands in surrender, biting back the smile tugging at my lips. There she is—the Jasmine I know, fierce and unrelenting.

    “Okay,” I say cautiously. “What are you here for?”

    She takes a deep breath, her hand moving instinctively to her stomach. For a second, she hesitates, and my stomach twists into knots.

    Then she says it.

    “I’m pregnant.”

    For a moment, I feel my heart stop beating as I re at her.

    The words hit me like a freight train, and for a moment, I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but stare at her. Pregnant.

    Jasmine is pregnant.

    My brain races, and suddenly, all the thoughts I’ve been trying to shove asidee rushing back. The day I found the pregnancy test on the floor. The excitement I’d felt, the ns I’d started making in my head.

    And then the fear and anger that followed when I thought we’d lost the baby.

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    I’d been so fucking caught up with everything else—Jason, the pack, Anna’s death—that I let this slip through the cracks. I let her slip through the cracks. And now, here she is, standing in front of me, telling me we didn’t lose the baby after all.

    I’m a fucking idiot.

    No wonder she hates me.

    “How far along?” I manage to ask, my voice rough.

    She pulls out a folded piece of paper, her hands shaking slightly as she reads it out.

    “A month,” she says softly.

    A month.

    My heart pounds as the realization hits me. A month means the baby survived everything. The stress, the danger, the chaos—it didn’t break them.

    I didn’t lose my child.

    I’m going to be a father.

    The happiness that surges through me is so overwhelming, it almost knocks me off my feet.

    “Jasmine,” I whisper, stepping closer. “That’s… incredible.”

    She narrows her eyes, her walls going up instantly.

    “This doesn’t mean everything’s fixed between us,” she warns, her voice sharp.

    I nod, swallowing hard. “I know,” I say quietly. “But it’s a start.”

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