Maybe Tonight
I breathe. And we’ve created something so precious together.”
----
    In the morning, they drove Jesper to Kastrup Airport and saw him off. Mads watched as Laney hugged the boy and fussed over him as he checked in and reminded him to call her as soon as he’d landed.
    They walked him to the security check point and there, Jesper grabbed Laney in a tight hug and whispered something in her ear. She laughed and nodded, then kissed his cheek and ruffled his hair.
    Jesper and Mads fist-bumped and then the boy shuffled off, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
    As they headed back to the car, Mads laced his gloved fingers with Laney’s and held her close to him. The winter morning sun was just barely over the horizon and the sky was still pale gray with streaks of thin white clouds.
    “You think he’ll be okay?” Mads asked.
    Laney nodded. “He asked me if he could be Liv’s godfather. I told him he could be one of them. I hope that was okay.”
    Mads grinned. “Yeah, that’s totally okay. He’ll be her surrogate big brother.”

16
ANGEL
    “I
 
had the strangest dream last night,” Laney murmured. It was Sunday morning and Christmas was just a week away. They’d agreed to get up early and finish the rest of their Christmas shopping but neither Mads nor Laney was in the mood to deal with the crowds. Besides, it felt too good to lie there together, their arms around one another, and watch snowflakes drift past the window.
    “What were you dreaming about?”
    “I dreamt I was in a room filled with babies and they were all different colors but they all looked like you…”
    “You’re still worried about that?” She’d admitted once that she was afraid there would be a day when Liv would come home with a playmate who would turn out to be one of the children Mads had helped bring into the world. He’d tried to assure her it wasn’t likely, but even he worried about it sometimes. He didn’t know how many of the donations were successful. He didn’t really want to know. That part of his life was over.
    “I keep thinking the lawyers missed something…or that the clinic will put pressure on you again.”
    “I signed the paperwork officially terminating my services,” Mads reminded her and kissed her temples. Her skin was hot beneath his lips. “Are you feeling okay? You feel feverish.”
    “I’m fine…I just woke up…and you’re so close to me…any girl would get a little hot and bothered.” she grinned at him but her eyes still looked a little glassy.
    “You’re sure? You’d tell me if something was wrong?”
    “I’m fine, Mads.” And then she kissed the tip of his nose and snuggled into him. “I don’t want to leave this bed. I want to stay here all day with you.”
    “I’m hungry though…”
    “You’re always hungry…” She slid her hand beneath the covers let her fingers trace a line from his chest to his thickening cock. “See? I know you so well.”
    “Of course I want you…but I want proper food too.”
    “No fun…” she disappeared under the covers and showed him a few reasons why staying in bed was a better idea…
     
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    By the time they made it out of bed, it was closer to lunchtime than breakfast. Laney took her time about showering and getting dressed, but she had good reason. Her baby bump was slowing her down. And now they knew she was much further along than they’d originally thought. When she first found out she pregnant, Mads and Laney assumed she couldn’t be more than three months pregnant. But they’d been off by a more than a month. All those times when they’d met in secret…neither of them thinking very much about condoms and only wanting to be close, to be joined and sated by one another. They both suspected she was already pregnant by the time they “met” at Ingrid and Anton’s, when Mads came face-to-face with Niklas and the reality of Laney’s life with him.
    Now as he shrugged into his favorite fisherman’s sweater and pulled on his

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