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“The baby,” he snarls, making me flinch. “Are you keeping it?” I jerk my face up to his. “Of course you’d ask that. Yes, I decided this morning that I’m keeping the baby.” A shadow passes over Ilarion’s face. “If you’re keeping the baby, then there are things that need to be figured out.” “No need. I’ve already figured it all out,” I retort. “You disappear from all our lives, I raise this baby on my own.” “That’s your plan?” he asks. “Sure is. And it’s a good one.” “It’s also a fantasy. I’m certainly not going to allow you to raise this baby on your own.” She stops short. “Y-you… Wait, what?” “You heard me. If you’re having this baby, then WE are having this baby. And if we are having this baby, then you aren’t leaving my sight. Welcome home, wife.”