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Sebastian
The next morning, after a tour of my house, Tyla had been going from room to room, trying to figure out which one would be perfect for the baby. Her hair was a tangled mess and she was wearing one of my button down shirts, looking sexier than ever. How the hell had I gotten so lucky?
“I think this one will be perfect for the baby’s room,” Tyla suggested. The room was empty, except for a desk I’d never used. But it had one of the best views of the mountain range in the house. “What do you think? We could paint the walls and put the crib here,” she said, pointing at a corner in the room. “That way, she can see the mountains when she wakes up.”
“She?”
Tyla giggled. “It’s better than calling the baby an it. We’ll find out soon enough what we’re having. Maybe Laila will be abl
