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"Then it's settled."

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"I want to get out of here." She looked at him pleadingly. "I feel fine and as if I am taking advantage of my position as your baby mama."

"Is that what you are?" He asked her mildly, looking up from the email he was responding to. He was working remotely as he refused to be away from her. It had been two days since the horrible incident, and she had had many visitors.

Wyatt took her statement and told them it was an open and closed case. Her table in the corner was loaded with cards, stuffed toys, and so many bouquets that she had had to have the nurse take some to the pediatric ward.

"Callum-"

"The doctors say you need another day. Your blood pressure is high, and they are monitoring the fetus."

"I hate this inactivity." She complained.

"What inactivity? Don't think I have not seen the script Donaldson slipped inside the room when he visited. I have not said anything about it because I believe it will occupy your time."

Her tapered eyebrows lifted. "Is this you taking over my life?"

"Absolutely." Putting away his iPod, he rose and came to sit on the edge of her bed. His hand cupped her cheek, expression tender. "Someone has to."

"So I guess I was not doing a very good job of it for the past thirty-odd years."

"It's a good thing I came along when I did." He agreed with sham gravity.

"Bite me." Bending his head, he did just that, on her full bottom lip, sending a jolt throughout her body. Her hands came around his neck, and she deepened the kiss, forcing him to do the same.

"Marry me, now," he whispered against her lips. "I cannot stand another moment of being single."

Chapter 16

"That man of yours is like a bloody typhoon," Jack complained. "He wants a wedding in a week and has people tramping all over my theater to make it happen."

"Why are you complaining?" Lynn asked him mildly as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Callum had come up with the brilliant idea of them getting married here. She had barely been out of the hospital before he hired a wedding planner to handle all the details.

“You are not to lift a finger.’ He had warned. The papers and internet were plastered with the complete details about her stalker and what had transpired, and now the wedding had taken precedence. There were speculations about why they were getting married so quickly, but the queries were not responded to.

So, on the last day of February, they were getting married right here, where she had performed so many times, and it felt just right. She still had nightmares about what had happened, but it helped with Callum being next to her whenever it did. She had met his sister, Julie, and the girl had finally warmed up to her.

“You are looking exquisite, my dear.” Jack clapped his hands in appreciation. “Your audience awaits.”

“Don’t you mean my guests?”

The seats are full, and they are waiting with bated breath to see what the bride looks like. That dress-“ he shook his head as words failed him. Several designers had approached her, but she had settled for Monique Romano, which had been a very good choice.

The ivory satin was beaded with hundreds of pearls on the Victorian bodice, and the lace covering the satin was a delicate champagne color. The skirt was narrow, highlighting her curves. Pearls were at her lobes and her left wrist. Her hair was piled on her head, with pearls threaded through various strands.

Her bouquet of petunias and white roses was on the dresser. Turning at the knock on the door, she smiled when Julie came in, looking lovely in emerald green.

"Your groom is getting impatient."

"The bride wants to make an entrance." Moving forward, Jack took her hand and helped her to her feet.

"Something blue and borrowed." Julie walked over and pinned the delicate cameo brooch on her. "It belonged to our mother."

"It's lovely. Thank you."

"You have made him so happy." She said tearfully.