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Kaleb snapped the light on, and through the blinking of her eyes in reaction Sasha saw him glaring at her as though she had just uttered the most awful blasphemy.

"No!" he roared.

Sasha pretended surprise. "You don’t want to keep having sex?"

"Yes!"

"Kaleb, if you’re going to yell like a hooligan then I suggest you go back to sleep!"

"If you weren’t pregnant I’d put you over my knee!" he retorted.

"If I weren’t pregnant, then you wouldn’t be here, buddy!"

"Says who?"

"Says me!"

"Oh, yes, I would!" he said fervently.

There was a pause. "You would?" Sasha gulped.

"Of course I would! Because sooner or later I would have come to my senses and realized just how much I love you. And I do, Sasha. I love you very much."

She gazed back at him, too scared to hope for what had always seemed like an unattainable dream. He’d said the words, and she believed that he meant them— but was there substance behind them? Enough to withstand all the tests that life threw in the path of love?

She thou