“Ryan Carter,” Luca whispers.
“Oh, thank God.” Jensen rubs his chest. “I was nervous it was someone we’d actually miss. The guy’s a bit of a tool, even if he is a quick shot and smooth player. Plus, we get you out of the deal? Fuck yeah!”
Everyone’s smile takes over their face, and I think my cheeks might actually be sore tomorrow from the love going around tonight.
So many things are changing, and I know there’s even more to come, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“What’re you doing in here?” Jensen asks.
I turn, finding him leaning against the doorframe of the nursery, wearing only plaid pajama pants, sans shirt, making my hormones go absolutely insane.
My God, it should be illegal to have that many abs, especially with him being out of commission right now.
Standing up, I leave the piles of baby clothes I was folding and walk over to him, throwing my arms around his neck. “Just taking it all in.”
He leans down and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “I can’t wait to find out what we’re having.”
“What are you hoping for?”
“A healthy baby. I don’t care about their gender as long as they’re healthy.” His hand slides around my back, securing me to him. “Lain?”
“Yeah?” I whisper, my neck craned straight back.
His soft tongue swipes across his bottom lip, his eyelids hooded and a smile growing. “I love you.”
My heart skips a beat, and I stretch up as far as I can on my toes, kissing him deeply. “I love you too, Jensen.”
“Promise?” He inhales my breath before giving it back to me.
“I promise.”
EPILOGUE: LAINEY
ONE YEAR LATER
“How are my girls doing?” Jensen greets us with a hug as we walk into the private arena entrance with the biggest smile on his face, his chocolate-brown eyes beaming with pride. He clicks his tongue, looking at me. “Goddamn, you are so beautiful.”
He steals a quick kiss from me before bending down and kissing our baby girl’s forehead and playing with her tiny little fingers. She coos, smiling up at him.
“How’re you feeling?” I ask him, knowing that he’s probably far more nervous than I am, and my nerves have been eating me alive all day.
Tonight is his first game back on the ice since his injury, and I’ve never been more anxious to watch a hockey game.
“I feel great. My body’s ready.” He shakes his hands out.
“And your mind?”
He nods confidently. “I’m ready.”
Reaching up, I pat his cheek with my left hand, admiring the rock weighing my ring finger down. “Good.”
Jensen proposed a couple of months ago, after Carly Rose Donnelley was born. It was the easiest question I’ve ever answered.
We haven’t set a date yet, but I wouldn’t be upset if we just walked into the courthouse and did it there. I don’t need a big show or event. I just need my little family.
“Ahh!” Morgan’s squeal cuts through the beat of silence, drawing our attention as she runs over to us, the other WAGs behind her.
Jensen turns back to me and cups my cheek. “I love you. I’ll see you after the game.”
