"Conan, come on!" I paced back and forth like my feet had minds of their own, emergency bag in one hand, my heart in the other. "We have to go." Conan was laughing. Actually laughing. Leaning over the sink, putting clean plates away from dinner like we weren't two seconds from the most important moment of our lives. "I've had, like, six contractions. I'm not going to fucking give birth in the next twenty minutes." "You'll be sorry if that's not true," I muttered, storming into the kitchen under the guise of helping but really just trying to drag him out by the collar if I had to. He leaned back against me, smirking, and placed his hands over mine where they clutched his waist. "Look around," he said, voice soft. "The next time we come through that door, we'll have two pups." God. That hit me right in the chest. I broke into the dumbest grin imaginable. He'd given me everything—everything I ever wanted. And still, if I didn't get him out of that house and into the clinic in the nex
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