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He said it like this baby was his, but
Kimberly would roll with it. “I’m horrible with appointments. I can barely keep
Weenie’s appointments straight.”

“That’s a dog, not a baby, dear. I’ll come
with you, if you like. I’d love to hear the baby’s heartbeat.”

“What kind of man are you?”

“One that loves you. You need to be in tip
top condition or this ad campaign isn’t happening.”

Kimberly balanced her body with a raised
arm. “You’re my husband for just a few hours and you’re already ordering me
around.”

He lifted her hand. “As long as you wear
this wedding ring, I’m in charge.”

Kimberly gasped. “Oh, no, you’re not. So
just get that out of your head this minute, mister. I’ll go along and schedule
an appointment, but don’t think for a minute I’m under your thumb.”

“Fine, you win. I forgot I was married to a
willful woman.”

She winked at him. “You got that right, big
boy.” She yawned, right on cue. “Let’s get some sleep. The wedding took more
out of me than I thought.”

Jeremy pulled up the covers and snuggled up
to his wife. Wow, Kimberly liked the thought of that. She was Jeremy’s wife now
and she’d never let anyone forget it. Then she closed her eyes and was lulled
off to sleep by Jeremy’s deep breathing.