Alex drops a kiss on my shoulder. “You feeling okay today, baby?”

“I feel great.” I turn and let him lift me onto the counter. He steps between my legs, his flat stomach bumping my rounded one.

The first trimester I felt like an exhausted bag of shit. I was never so grateful to be working from home almost all the time now. But sixteen weeks in, I’m starting to show, and I feel fantastic. And my hair looks amazing.

I’m so happy.

I’m so in love with this man. And lucky me, he’s equally as in love with me. I feel it in every touch, every glance, every whispered—and groaned—declaration.

It’s amazing how a poorly thought-out one-night stand can turn into a forever kind of love.

Because that’s exactly what Alex is: my forever.