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(Leigh’s POV) Alex laughs at me, placing the milk cartons on the kitchen island as he walks back to me and wraps his arms around my body, kissing my forehead. “How can I face my family when I do nothing but put myself in an embarrassing situation?” I bawl like my two-year-old niece, causing him to lift my chin and shower me with tiny kisses on my face. He did not stop until I stopped crying, and I ended up giggling. “Stop it, Alex,” I said, placing my hands on his chest to push him, but I couldn’t. He wipes my tears with his thumb and gazes at me lovingly. “Hey, it’s not as if we did something illegal.” “I know,” I hiccup, whimpering between my words, and then I stop crying, raise my eyebrows, and ask, “We didn’t?” He shakes his head. “You’re my wife, Leigh. Besides, we’re still on o