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After suffering a heartbreak caused by no explanation, DYLAN MILLER does everything she can to forget about HUNTER GRAYSON.
That all changes 18 months later when the two finally meet once again. Except this time is nothing...
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HUNTER
White walls never looked so plain.
Especially when I struggled between the two options in front of me.
"Still can't decide?"
"I don't understand why you had to leave me with the decision," I said, eyes darting between the two paint canisters. I knew why - it was our agreement - but I always hoped the artist in her would take over and make a choice for me. "Why do they pick the weirdest names for paint? How is sea salt green? Am I missing something here?"
"Hunter."
"And this one? Touch of a lemon?"
"Hunter," her voice repeated.
"What the fuck is a touch of a lemon? How is that even-"
She reached out her hand, resting it on my cheek. "Hunter! Just breathe. Everything is going to be okay - it's just a colour."
"What if I pick the wrong one?"
"I don't think she's going to care."
My eyes widened - hearing that was enough to pull my attention away from the paint name fiasco. "She?"
"What?"
"You said she."
The colour instantly drained from her face, turning a matching shade to the walls surrounding us as she pulled her touch away from my cheek. "N-no, I didn't."
"Angel, are we having a girl?"
There was a painfully long beat of silence before she spoke. "Yes," she admitted, letting out a sigh. "I know you wanted to wait, but the doctor called, and I couldn't resist not knowing. Please don't be mad at me."
My brow furrowed at her words. "I'm not mad at you, Angel."
"You're not?"
"Of course not!" Stepping forward, I raised my hands to cup her face and leaned forward for a kiss. "I can't believe we're having a girl."
Angel must have noticed how my eyes watered as she was quick to say, "Don't cry. My hormones are making me crazy, and if you start crying, I don't think I'll be able to hold myself back."
"I'm sorry, I'm just... excited."
She pressed her lips against mine. "Me too. I can't believe we're doing this again."
"I can't believe I'm getting this emotional the second time around!"
"I love how excited you get," she said, a smile crossing her lips as she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck. "You're such an amazing Dad."
