“Hey... I’m pregnant.”

The message was followed by a photo—seven test kits, all glowing with the same unmistakable result. Pregnant.

Daren stared at his screen, blinking. Then smirked.

“Damn. Guess my seeds don’t miss.”

He replied almost too fast, already typing again.

“Don’t you dare lay a hand on my kid.”

There was a beat. Then another message.

“If you even think of getting rid of it, I swear I’ll get you pregnant again. And this time? Twins.”

She didn’t reply. Maybe shocked. Maybe laughing. Maybe trying to figure out how she went from a quiet crush to being the future mother of a maniac’s twins.

But Daren was dead serious.

He’d never planned to be a dad. But now that he was going to be one—hell, he wasn’t backing out. Not when it was her. Not when there was something growing between them, both literal and not.