“I got some sausage right here for you, baby,” he teased, and she glared.

“I don’t want your sweaty dick that has no protein in it!”

He waggled his brows at her. “The protein comes after you get me off.”

She gagged at that. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re beautiful.”

She glared as she shook her head. “Don’t try to flirt with me! I’m angry. I want my bed, pancakes, and sleep.”

He laughed as they turned the corner. “You need exercise since we skipped yesterday, and also, I thought inviting Brie and Vaughn would make you happy.”

She flashed him the driest look he had ever seen. “Yes, watching as my petite, fit best friend, who has the cutest little baby belly, run with her equally fit boyfriend up a hill in only shorts and a bra was going to make me ecstatic. I’m enjoying this so much.”

“Well, I think you’re fit.”

“Jensen, the only thing fit about me is if I’m lucky to fit in my jeans on a good day.”

“Well, I think otherwise. Plus, you’re way hotter than Brie.”

She rolled her eyes. “Stop sucking up to me, you’re still not getting laid today after all this torture.”

He scoffed. “I can bribe you with a Snickers.”

She didn’t even bat an eye at that. “Probably.”

Laughing, he reached out, taking her hand with his as they trekked up the hill that Vaughn and Brie were more than likely at the top of. “We used to come out here and run when we were kids.”

“I know. I stayed home.” When he looked over at her, she smiled. “Lazy.”

His heart was full as he nodded. “But still hot.”

“Yeah, that was back when I had a decent metabolism that allowed me to eat pizza and only gain three pounds instead of the ten I gain now.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I hear that a lot from you.” He flashed her a grin as he brought her palm to his mouth, kissing it softly.

“Because it’s true.”

“Says you.”

He laughed as she rolled her eyes before she changed to subject. “So you think Wells and Alex are gonna get married this weekend?”

His brows pulled together. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“Jenny, you didn’t see the look on Wells’s face when Alex brought his makeup box into the house. I thought Wells was going to scream, especially when my dad saw it all.”

Jensen shrugged, shaking his head. “You know that’s their problem. When I asked him, he said he loved the guy and they were doing it.”

She clucked her tongue. “Brie and Vaughn don’t think they will. Watch them call it off Friday.”

Jensen’s face filled with horror. “He’d better warn us, so we can leave before your mom goes crazy on everyone. I’m pretty sure that will be the moment she kills him.”

“Right?” she agreed, laughing as she swung their hands back and forth. “Like, dead. To the ground.”

“Exactly, and I can’t watch that.”

Wren grinned. “I could, with popcorn. Wells does no wrong, so that would be awesome.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Aww, I love you too,” she gushed, and he laughed, bringing her in and kissing her temple.

“Why couldn’t you be like this from the beginning? You’re so sweet and cuddly.”

She glared up at him, sweat dripping down her forehead as she pursed her lips. “What in the world are you talking about? I’ve been a joy and a delight this whole fucking time.” She couldn’t even keep a straight face; she sputtered with laughter as he shook his head, kissing the side of her mouth.

“You’ve been a pain in my ass, but I love you, so it’s okay.”

She beamed up at him, leaning her head on his shoulder as they walked leisurely along the beautiful wooded trail. He had so many memories on this trail. He kissed a girl on this trail. He got drunk on this trail. He was pretty sure he stole Wells’s and Vaughn’s clothes one time, and they had to run down it naked. It was a good trail, but it was better when he had Wren up under his arm.

God, he loved her.

Things had been so great between them. Picking the baby’s name. Being together. They were vibing, things were good, and fucking hell, he was happy. She seriously brightened up his day. Even with her complaining about everything he was doing for her with the health and fitness, he loved it because he knew she knew she needed it. Plus, he knew she wouldn’t do it for anyone else other than him. But above all, he was on cloud nine because she loved him.

Wren fucking loved him.

Jensen had thought that moment would never happen. He’d thought he was going to get hurt and she was going to ruin him, but no, she loved him. They were planning things, they were doing things that a family did, and he had wanted that for so long that he almost couldn’t believe it. He was sure he pinched himself daily, yet it hurt and she was still looking up at him with that devilish little grin of hers. He had loved her his whole life, and finally, he had everything he wanted. A great job, a beautiful wife, and soon, a son he could love just as much, if not more than the woman who had his whole heart.

Jensen Monroe was one happy fucking guy.

Bringing her hand up to his lips, he kissed her softly as she said, “Do we have to do that plaster thing when we get home?”

He chuckled. “Elaine is pretty set on it.”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “It’s so weird, and I’m so fat!”

“Shut it, woman.”

She rolled her eyes as she moved away from him, making a face but still holding his hand. “You’re hot.”

“So are you,” he said with a wink, and her face flushed as she looked away.

He swore—and he knew he thought this a lot—she was honestly the most beautiful woman in the world. With her hair up in a tight bun, she wore a sports bra with a light workout tank over it. She was wearing a pair of shorts that showed those juicy thighs he loved. But what he couldn’t get over was how much their son was growing. She was bigger, her stomach stretching, and he was convinced she was due tomorrow rather than September.

He couldn’t get enough of her.

He wanted her, constantly.

She was just fucking luscious.

As his heart sped up in his chest, he bit his lip, unsure how he was going to say what he had to say. He had actually brought her up there to talk to her about his issue, but now, he was getting cold feet. He just hated it; he felt weak. But when Wren looked at him, he didn’t feel weak, he felt like the Hulk. As if nothing could touch him. Or them, for that matter.