On our third wedding anniversary, I clutched the pregnancy test report, eager to surprise Connor Shaw.   But that same day, he found his long-lost sister Hannah Shaw, who had been missing for ten years.   The moment the siblings reunited, Hannah's first move was to claim our bedroom.   "Connor, I've suffered so much at the hands of those kidnappers. The only place I feel safe is beside you, just like when we were kids," she whimpered.   She glanced at me before adding softly, "Haylee has had you all to herself for years. Can't she let me have you for a little while?"   Connor glanced at me, then casually tossed aside the pregnancy report I hadn't even had the chance to hand him.   He wrapped an arm around Hannah and smiled. "Of course. Whatever you want, I'll give you."   Later, he gave her the wedding gown I'd worn on our wedding day.   He gave her the keys to our home.   And when she finally set her sights on the wedding ring on my finger, Connor reached over and firmly held my hand in place. "Haylee, Hannah was kidn*pped because she was protecting me back then. She finally made it home after all these years. You've always been understanding. Just let her have this one thing."   I gave a quiet laugh and slipped the wedding ring off my finger. "Fine. I'll leave right now. She can have the place as well."