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“Do you really mean that?” Rachel asked, as Joey knelt in front of her, engagement ring in his hand. “That all you care about is the baby having a dad?”
He nodded, eyes earnest. “Course, Rach, I don’t want you to go through this alone.”
Rachel’s stomach churned, not from morning sickness, but with anticipation. “Yes,” she said. “I’ll marry you.”
