Emily slowly pulled back, her eyes searching Gavin’s. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Gavin lied smoothly. “I can go get your jacket.”

“It’s all right. I have to use the bathroom.” She touched his cheek and smiled. “I’ll meet you down by the beach.”

Gavin nodded, and she made her way into the empty house. As she washed her hands after finishing up in the bathroom, Emily worried about the way Gavin looked. God, she just wanted their wait to be over. She wanted her carefree Yankees lover back. The waiting had stripped him of so much, and Emily couldn’t help but hurt for him. On a sigh, she flipped off the light, praying the waiting would be over soon. In the bedroom, she yanked a light, spring jacket from her suitcase. She was glad she’d brought it with her. Emily pulled it on and started for the door, however, she came to a stop, her feet glued to the floor, when her gaze locked onto Gavin’s laptop. A pang shot through her.

Curiosity leading her, Emily slowly sank onto the mattress. Staring at the laptop, she couldn’t stop her fingers from tapping in Gavin’s passcode. She knew the paternity test results weren’t due for another couple of days, and she chided herself for even looking, yet something pushed her forward. She entered the URL into the proper space. With her heart starting to pound when the website popped up, Emily entered the case number she was given in order to check the results. Though she’d never been a mathematician or English major, this series of numbers and letters was burned into Emily’s head. Her body tensed when the site started to load the information. It wasn’t the same page that’d shown up the past couple of times she’d checked. Instead, a taunting hourglass popped up. Emily stared at it and it stared right back as she waited.

Breathe…

The wicked little hourglass disappeared…

Breathe…

A blue triangle representing the father showed up…

Breathe…

A graph showing probable paternity said hello…

Breathe…

Emily’s heart dropped, sinking right down to her feet. Unable to breathe, speak, or think, the only properly functioning body part Emily had left was her tear ducts. Those were working just fine because she broke out into hysterics, gulping for air as she tried to calm herself. In a daze over the results staring her right in the face, Emily slowly stood and made her way downstairs. How would she even begin to tell Gavin? She needed words for this moment and her mind was blank. Completely empty of coherent thoughts, her body trembling, Emily stepped onto the back porch. Her eyes landed on Gavin’s. Sitting in one of the poolside chairs, he cocked his head to the side when he’d saw her. She was glad he didn’t go down to the beach with everyone. She didn’t want to tell him in front of anyone. She needed to tell him in private. She only wished she knew how.

She stopped in front of the pool, watching Gavin move toward. She could tell he knew she was a mess, and her heart bled from the look in his eyes. Standing before her, Gavin cupped her cheek and gently placed the other hand on her stomach.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his nervousness palpable.

Emily swallowed, her words stuttering between her deep breaths for air. “Did you know one year ago tonight you began saving my life?” Gavin went to speak, but Emily continued. “You did, Gavin. I didn’t know it then, but you did. We’ve been through more in this past year than any two people in a new relationship should have to endure. We deserve a break.” She looked at her watch and quickly back at him. “Kiss me right now. Kiss me the way you kissed me last year on this very night. I promise you I won’t stop it, either.”

Without thinking, Gavin pulled her to his mouth, sliding his tongue over hers. Though familiar, her kiss would always be new to him, something unexplored with each stroke of her touch. With blazing fireworks going off above them, Gavin kissed her the way he did the first time he was lucky enough to feel her lips, feel her in his arms. Emily didn’t break the kiss this time; Gavin had to stop because of her sobbing. He went to speak, but she beat him to the punch.

“You said no matter who Noah’s father is, you’d love and raise him as if he were your own.”

Dropping his arms, Gavin felt the blood drain from his face, felt his heart hammer through his chest.

“When you told me that, I didn’t know what to think,” Emily cried, bringing her hands to his cheeks. “Do you know how many men would stay? Not many. You took me back after all the pain I caused you, and then you accepted the fact you might not be the father of the child I’m carrying. I would’ve loved you for an eternity before taking on that responsibility. After that, I knew I’d find you in my next life.” She paused, brushing her lips over his. “Gavin Blake, fate fucked with us a little bit in the beginning… but it’s done messing with us. It’s giving us the break we deserved from the start. Noah’s your son.”

“What?” he breathed, feeling his shoulders sag from the lack of weight they’d been carrying. “I am?”

Emily nodded, tears falling in a torrent. “Yes, you are. I checked and—”

It was Gavin’s turn to cut her off. He surged his hands through her hair, pulling her into his mouth again. Mind un-fucked, Gavin spoke between worshipping her lips. “Are you sure? Tell me you’re sure, Emily.”

“I’m positive,” she cried, holding his face as she kissed him back as feverishly as he was kissing her. “He’s yours, Gavin. He’s yours.”

“Jesus,” Olivia quipped, making her way over to them. “There’re plenty of bedrooms. I mean, it’s a mansion, Blake. Take her inside.” Emily giggled and wiped away her tears. Brows furrowed, Olivia looked confused as all hell. “Okay. Wait a minute. You’re crying, but you’re kissing him? Did I miss something?”

Gavin grinned, tossing his arm over Emily’s shoulder. “Yeah. You missed the memo that says I’m Noah’s father.”

Olivia’s eyes went wide. “Shut the cellar door!” She all but hopped into Gavin’s arms, her squeals pitching above the blasting fireworks. “Are you guys for real? He’s the baby daddy?”

“Yes,” Emily laughed as Olivia bear hugged her. “He’s the baby daddy.”

Gavin smacked his smiling lips together. “The swoon-worthy baby daddy.”

Clapping, Olivia started running toward the stairs to the beach. “I’m going to get everyone!”

“You go right ahead,” Gavin called out. With his smile as wide as ever, he draped his arm over Emily’s shoulder. Grazing his nose against hers, he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you know how happy I’m going to make you?”

Emily smiled as her body let go of the last bit of tension curling through it. “I’m not sure you can make me any happier than you already have.”

“Do you doubt my happy making skills?”

“I guess I just did,” Emily giggled.

After celebrating the news with their friends and family, Gavin followed Emily upstairs. She had a doctor’s appointment in the city tomorrow at four o’clock, and they planned on leaving relatively early to beat the holiday traffic. Before making the trip, Gavin planned on letting Dillon know not to bother showing up. He more than looked forward to making that call. Actually, he was pretty fucking sure he was going to record it. Still in shock he was no longer in purgatory, and feeling as if he were finally in heaven, Gavin couldn’t help the smile molding his face when Emily crawled into bed next to him. As she lay back against the pillows, he also couldn’t help but slide his body down the bed. He trailed kisses from her neck, down the graceful curve of her shoulder, and ultimately along the side of her stomach. Gavin slowly lifted her silk camisole, his smile widening as he settled his lips over the bare flesh of her belly holding his child. “Noah,” Gavin whispered, kissing just below her navel. “Noah Alexander Blake.”