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We haven’t found out what we’re having yet, but they both swear it’s a girl. I don’t care either way, as long as both Jay and our baby are healthy. Although I wouldn’t mind a little girl running around our home. I can picture it with a little boy, too, and my heart can’t decide. Good thing we can always have more.

Checking my phone to make sure everything is in place, I walk out on the balcony, where they’re sitting. Pop looks up at me and winks. He’s almost as excited as I am for the surprise.

“Here you go, little bird,” I say, holding out the drink.

She looks up at me with confusion and then shakes her head. “You know I can’t have a margarita.”

“It’s virgin,” I say, holding it out to her.

She still doesn’t get it, looking at Pop now and then back to me. “Jordan, it’s ten in the morning. Why are you bringing me a margarita?”

“Because it’s your birthday, and I always keep my promises.”

I watch her for a second, and then I see the memory click. A promise to bring her a margarita and take her away to an island on her birthday.

“Jordan.” She says my name with warning and excitement. “What did you do?”

“We better go. Our drive is waiting downstairs.”

She takes the margarita from me and stands up, looking at me and then at Pop. She’s speechless. Then I see tears form, and I shake my head.

“Aww, Jay, don’t do that. Don’t cry.”

“I’m just so happy,” she sobs, putting a hand over her mouth.

I pull her to my chest and try to hold back my laugh. God, my woman is so hormonal. But I wouldn’t have her any other way.

“You better go, honey. I’m going to take care of things here and I’ll see you in a couple of weeks,” Pop says, and leans over, putting a kiss on Jay’s cheek and then on mine. “Love you both. Be safe, and take care of my granddaughter.”

“Oh God, Jordan, I’m pregnant,” Jay says, popping up and looking at me with panic.

“Yes, I’m aware.” I’m the one who’s confused now.

“Can I travel in this condition?” She’s worrying her lip, and I swear she’s never looked cuter.

“Yes. You’re just over three months along. This may be the perfect time. And the last time for a while with the baby coming.”

We were married at city hall with a few friends and family present. Summer was Jay’s maid of honor, but her parents weren’t able to make it. Jay was disappointed but not surprised. When my father offered to give her away, I think that might have been the best part of her day. Well, other than marrying me.

The wedding was so quick that we didn’t have time to plan for a honeymoon, and Jay said she wanted to wait until after the baby was born. But I know her, and I knew that she was just afraid. I asked all her doctors and called the place we’re staying about seventeen thousand times to make sure we had everything we needed. They know me by first name now, but I don’t care. I want her to have the best time possible, and putting her worries aside would do that.

When I saw her birthday was coming up, it worked out perfectly, and I’ve done all of this without her knowing.

She’s spent the last two months training two people to come in and take over her job at Osbourne Corp. She loves to rub it in Miles’s face that it took two people to make one of her. But they seem to have it figured out. At least once a week Miles calls and gives her hell, but I think mostly he just wants to check in. Through everything that happened, it bonded all of us. Even me with the security team. We’ve all created our own little family, and it’s growing by the day.

I take Jay’s hand and lead her off the balcony and inside.

“Jordan, I haven’t even packed.” She tries to pull from my grip, but I shake my head.

“You specifically said that you wouldn’t need clothes. And I’ve got plans to keep you from getting tan lines.” I watch her blush as she looks over to where Pop is, but he ignores us. “Just you and me in the island sun. Think you can handle that, little bird?”

She presses her body against mine and gets on her tiptoes. “If you say it’s okay, then I know it’s handled. Take me to paradise.”

* * *

The travel time is hard for Jay. Hell, it’s hard for the both of us. But I know once we get to the island it will all be worth it. It’s a twenty-hour flight, and then a small water plane to the remote location. When we arrive, I don’t know what day it is, but the sun is still shining.