A Surgeon for the Single Mom

‘We do!’ Her eyes shone brightly—too brightly.

‘More tears of joy?’ He laughed. ‘You’re turning into quite the mushy little thing, aren’t you?’

‘Shut up,’ she chastised him with a laugh. ‘And just be glad that I love you as much as I do, Tak Basu.’

‘You do, huh?’ he teased her, never tiring of hearing her say those words.

‘I do,’ she confirmed. ‘I love you.’

‘And I love you too.’ He dropped a kiss on her lips, then on her stomach. ‘And I love you, little one. With all my heart.’

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