EMMA
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The Morelock Clan. I wish that was the only thing I needed to think about after Grayson told me about everything. But the pregnancy test kit in front of me troubled me.
It came back positive. All five of them!
I exhaled sharply, burying my face in my hands. I jolted when my phone chimed, and I grabbed it from the sink beside me.
It was Grayson.
Grayson: Hey, we're almost there, don't cut the turkey without me!
I smiled. The damn thing was still in the oven. Grayson had officially become a slave to our mom's cooking. I really wish I had her cooking charms.
It's a good thing Dace does, he's my own personal chef, and my life as his official wife would be total bliss.
I froze the moment my brain processed that. Really Emma? You haven't given him an answer!
My phone chimed again.
Grayson: Please tell me you didn't touch that turkey during the process. Tell me now, and I'll drive right back and enjoy this day without vomiting my entire stomach.
