“I already have,” she told him. “Though it’s a sad acceptance. And I think I have to further accept it always will be. But I hit that zone when Dad and Marlo walked into the bridal suite tonight looking so amazingly happy. I have you. Alex has Rix and a baby coming.” She tightened her arms around him. “How could I not accept being happy?”
I have you.
“Aye, it’s impossible for you not to be happy, hen, since you scored a catch like me,” he teased.
Her eyes got wide, and she tried to buck him off.
He chuckled and kissed her.
She stopped trying to buck him off.
But some time later, she did some bucking.
And as was her way, it got both of them off.
Sorcha was standing at the top of the stairs while Dair climbed them.
He gave her pets when he hit the landing, but didn’t call out, because he could hear Blake talking on the phone over what sounded like water running.
“If that’s the tub you want, that’s the tub we’ll order,” she was saying as he and Sorcha hit the bedroom. “But I want you to look at the specs again. It isn’t very wide. It’ll fit your ass, but if you want Ewan in it with you?—”
Dair had stopped in the bedroom to look around, hearing her voice coming from the bathroom.
He’d had a meeting that day with the Scottish Rugby Union. They’d been trying to recruit him for a couple of years.
After a conversation with Blake, they agreed it was time for him to get serious about considering it. His contract would be up soon with the BBC, and with Blake in his life, and a future to build, he needed something that didn’t require him flying all over Europe and most of the world every week.
Blake was worried he was giving up something he loved when she told him she adored travel, so she could come with him, or she could take the opportunity when he was gone to go to Treverton or New York if he had a longer haul than normal.
But they wanted bairns, and he didn’t want to be that dad who was gone all the time, or that man who made his woman deal with everything because he was.
Fortunately, he had choices.
With what was on offer, particularly working with kids, that day, he got serious about it.
However, he’d left after Blake that morning. She was meeting his mum and Davi to look at some stuff for Davi’s new bathroom.
And when he was about to leave, their clothes from the night before were on the floor, the bed was not made, and the bathroom was a disaster from Blake getting ready.
He’d thrown the clothes in the hamper, but didn’t have time to do more than toss the bedsheets up so they were less of a mess. And he left her shoes where they were, because she was careful with them and had a specific place for each pair in the closet, and he didn’t have time to figure out where they went. Then he took off.
Now the bed was made, the shoes were put away, and when he moved to the bathroom, he saw it was tidy, except for the towel she had laid out where she was resting the makeup brushes she was cleaning.
He heard her laugh.
“Okay good,” she said into the phone “I’m glad you’re reconsidering. I think you’ll be glad too.” Her eyes came to him standing in the doorway, and she gave him a big smile.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Dair’s home, and he doesn’t know it yet, but he’s making me his bangers and mash because I might be more in love with his mash than him,” she said to who he knew was his sister.
Now Dair was smiling.
“Right, I’ll tell him. Speak soon and love to Ewan,” she said, then wiped her hands on a towel and took the phone from where it was tucked between her shoulder and her ear.
“You could have put her on speaker,” Dair noted.
“Hello to you too,” she replied.
