“Oh, really? You’ll just snap your fingers and demand the best?” She grins.
“Did you forget I have enough money to do almost anything I want? ” I wink at her.
“Kinda,” she chuckles. “You’re so quiet in your billionaireness compared to your siblings.” Her brows crease in suddenthought. “This isn’t going to attract tabloids or something is it? Going to a doctor’s office together?”
I flick my lip ring with my tongue as I contemplate how to get around that particular snag. Isabelle’s right. The wrong person wouldn’t honour our privacy, not when they hear the Heart name.
It’s not often our family gets mixed up in scandals, but it’s not never. Luckily, Grams has a PR team so lethal we barely notice our names being spoken about unless it’s for something good. “I can ask Anna, one of our family friends. She’s the one who helped Dylan with the rush paternity test when he needed it. She’d surely know someone who’s good at being discreet.”
The relief Izzy blows out makes pride swell in my chest. Seeing the signs of her ease directly because of something I’ve done for her, because I’ve looked after her, is invigorating.
“I’ll message her right now.”
“It can wait until morning.” She leans forward, resting her head against mine. “Can’t we just stay like this a little longer. I’ve missed you.” She sighs, letting go of my hands to rub her palms over my biceps, my shoulders, and then finally winding them around my neck to hug me.
My arms circle her back, eyes closed as I breathe her in. My sunshine. The mother of my child. My everything.
“Can you stay the night?” I whisper.
“I’d love to.”
I inch back enough to see her face, our lips almost touching, and it’s been too long since I’ve felt them pressed against my own.
Slowly, I lean in. Like the air I need to survive, I inhale her perfume as I fuse my mouth to hers. She instantly kisses me back, warm, soft, and tender. Her fingers run up and down the back of my head, making my eyelids flutter at the hypnotic sensation her touch has over me.
I press my body further into hers as my arms drag her in closer, her legs bracketing my hips.
“Grim?”
I groan into her mouth, loving when she calls me that. “Yes, baby?”
“Can we go to the bedroom?”
I swallow hard as I nod against her, then lean back. Fuck, how am I going to get off the ground with this stupid cast?
“You need some help?” The way she looks at me now, with nothing but playful affection, makes me want to play with her.
I place my palms on the couch cushions on either side of her legs, leaning back before catapulting myself forward, pressing her chest with mine so she falls against the backrest. I jump up onto my good foot and nuzzle her neck as she squeals.
“I would love nothing more than to throw you over my shoulder, but I’m aware of my limits right now. So I’ll just have to show you in other ways how capable I still am.”
I press a kiss against her forehead, then lean over to pick up my crutches, hopping to the kitchen. I grab two water bottles from the fridge, holding them between my fingers so I can still grip the handles and lead the way to my bedroom.
I stop in the doorway when I see Tiny sprawled out in the middle, all four limbs bent in the air.
Isabelle giggles behind me, making him snap onto his belly, wondering what the unfamiliar sound is. He’ll have to get used to it.
“Off,” I tell him. He stretches out his long legs and pushes back before casually jumping down from the bed with absolutely no hurry.
I close the door once we move into my room, then place the bottles on my bedside table and lean my crutches against the wall.
When I turn around, Isabelle is sitting on the side of the bed, looking like she was always meant to be there. In my bed. In my home. In mylife.
I lean my hands down to the bed, kissing her again. Her hands come up to frame my face, pulling me harder against her. I walk my hands back, guiding her to lean back so I can hover over her.
She scoots further up the bed, and I place my good leg on the mattress, so I can align my body with hers. Her hands claw at my T-shirt, pulling it up my back. I’m ready to help her, when I remember the new ink I got the other day.
“Ah, wait.”
