Every Glance (Every Life #3)
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She looks up from the ring with the answer showing in her eyes. With a nod, she flings both arms around me, and the room erupts in cheers. Even Simon jumps up and gets in on the embrace.
And right there, in that very moment, with Devyn and Simon in my arms, everything clicks into place. I finally have a family of my own and a renewed hope that there’s so much more to come. I don’t know how I’ll possibly have room in my heart for more, but I’m willing to test its boundaries.
Wiping her eyes and pulling away from me, Devyn takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly. “Can I talk to you alone for a second?”
I feel a weight deep in my gut. Those words are rarely associated with anything good. “Uh, yeah, sure.”
Curious stares follow us into the library, where Devyn shuts the door after we enter.
“Sit down,” she orders, wringing her hands nervously.
I stumble over to the nearest chair, unsteady on my feet. “What’s wrong?”
“Something happened, and I couldn’t put off telling you another second. I’ve been trying to find a way to talk to you about it for the last few days, but I didn’t know how. You weren’t exactly giving me much confidence with all the mixed signals you were sending me, and I honestly didn’t know where we stood. I understand it all now, but I was seriously beginning to wonder if you’d changed your mind about us because I didn’t think you were ready for the next step.”
My mouth suddenly feels as if it’s full of cotton, and my brain isn’t far behind. “Whatever it is, Devyn, just tell me. We’ll figure out a way past it and make it work.”
Without a word, she crosses the room to her purse and pulls out a folded slip of paper. I don’t know if I can say it without completely losing all composure, but everything you need to know is right here on this page.
I take the paper between my fingers and look up at her. She’s already on the edge, barely holding back her tears, and I feel my eyes welling up, as well. Whatever is on this page, whatever truth it holds, I know my love for her won’t change. There’s no doubt about that.
My chest heaves in and out on the verge of hyperventilation, and before I lose all nerve, I slip a finger in the fold and open it. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to what I’m seeing in the printed picture, but I’ve seen quite a few of these before.
I jump up from my seat, opening my mouth to speak, but I can’t form a coherent thought.
“I found out a few days ago.” Devyn wipes a tear away from the side of her nose. “I wasn’t sure how you’d take it, but after today, I knew it couldn’t wait another minute. It’s not something I meant to happen right now, but I—”
“Devyn,” I interrupt, reaching out to drag her against me. “I’m going to be a father?”
The grim line of her mouth turns up into a soft smile. “Yes. I’m four weeks.”
“We’re having a baby?” Simon, who was obviously eavesdropping, bursts through the door excitedly. Of course, he yells it loud enough that everyone else hears it and races to the doorway to join him.
I hold up the ultrasound picture, feeling my grin splitting my face so hard that my cheeks burn. “It appears that we are. You okay with that?”
“Yes!” He punches a fist into the air and jumps up and down.
Everyone is cheering and hugging and flooding into the room to congratulate us on both the engagement and now the baby. Simon is the first to us, begging to see his brother—so he believes—in the picture.
I, on the other hand, only have one thought in mind.
“Hey, Simon.”
He looks up at me with his eyes full of wonder. “Yeah? Uh, I mean…sir?”
With a wink, I lean in to him, my son. “I have something important to tell you.”
His eyes scrunch in confusion.
“Puffin.”
TASHA IVEY IS a literature fanatic, whose love for the written word fostered her development into the writer she has become. A lover of an extremely erratic mixture of literature, she has been influenced by authors from Jane Austen and E.M. Forster to Charlaine Harris and Alyson Noel. But her biggest influence and literary hero? Nicholas Sparks. Aside from writing, since she doesn't have anything other than a shriveled up prune on the left side of her brain, she prefers to spend her time being creative in other ways like painting, cake decorating, and various types of crafts. That is, if the constant voices streaming through her head allow her to stop making up stories for a while. Lucky for her, she has a huge supportive family, including her amazing husband and two kids, who doesn't complain too much when she hangs out with her characters more than she does with them. Sophie, the dog, however . . . she does complain. A lot.
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