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Epilogue
WICK
I woke in the middle of the night to a hand nudging my shoulder and Haven’s voice in my ear.
“Wick. Honey, get up. The baby’s coming.”
My eyes sprang open wide. “What?”
She was already flipping on the nightlight and sliding out of bed to bustle around the room, opening drawers to pull out underwear and clothes. When she flopped a suitcase onto the mattress by my feet and began to stuff it with both our things, I sat up watching her from blurry, blinking eyes.
“If we leave now,” she said, unsettling Bingley, who’d been curled up asleep in her pillowed bed on the floor as Haven tugged a jacket out from under the cat, “I think we can make it to the hospital by four.”
“Hospital? Four?” I glanced toward the nightstand where the clock told me it was barely two in the mor
