69 Million Things I Hate About You(84)

By: Kira Archer

They hurried as fast as they could through the lobby and out to the waiting car. Brooks got them inside and poked his head in. “I’ll finish things up here. Don’t worry about anything. And let me know when my goddaughter is here so I can come visit.” He leaned in far enough to kiss Kiersten on her forehead. Then he waved to Cole and backed away so the car could leave.

“Ready?” Cole asked.

Kiersten looked up at him, eyes creased with pain but still burning with excitement. “So ready. Though, just so you know, I’m holding out until tomorrow if at all possible.”


“That’s the date I picked for the baby pool.”

Cole grinned. “Well, I picked today, so I hope you don’t mind that I’ll be encouraging a quick delivery.”­­­

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As always, my deepest thanks to my dream team at Entangled. I thank my lucky stars every day that I get to be a part of this company. Special thanks to Liz Pelletier for the amazing opportunities she keeps sending my way, and to my editorial director Heidi Shoham and my amazing editor, Alethea Spiridon, for loving my crazy idea and helping turn it into one of my favorite books. Thank you so much for everything! Without you I’d be a stressed-out mess chain eating chocolate bars and sobbing over my laptop. Many massive thanks also to Riki Cleveland. Thank you so much for everything you do to get my books out in the world!

To my sweet husband, whose lotto-ticket retirement plan helped inspire this book—I know both the house and I am a mess most days, but the fact that you continue to love me through it all and do what you can to ease my load makes me smile even on the worst days. Trying to do this without you would be unimaginable. And I’d probably never see the sun. Both I and my vitamin D deficiency thank you.

To my amazing kids, thank you for helping around the house and for never posting videos of me snoring on the couch, no matter how many opportunities I give you. I promise to keep providing pizza and cereal on the days Dad can’t cook. I love you to the ends of the galaxy and back, and I’m going to keep smothering you with the Mama Love for as long as you’ll let me. Also, thank you for continuing to let me. To my sweet family—thank you for being my biggest cheerleaders. I can’t tell you what it means to know I always have you in my corner. I love you all!

To Toni, who doesn’t forget I’m alive no matter how long I disappear and who is always there with encouraging words no matter how crazy I get. Few friends stick around through all the craziness that this business brings. I’m forever grateful you are one of them. And to Sarah Ballance, my writing creepy twin—despite your threats of snakes and spiders, my days are always better when you’re in them. And I continue to be amazed by how eerily similar we are. And find it hilarious that the few things we deviate on we are exact polar opposites. There seems to be no middle ground. Thank you for matching my crazy. It’s good to have the company.