“For real, Chase.” She placed a hand on my chest and ran it down over my abs, to the top of my dress pants.
“Ask me then, peaches.”
“Do you want to have kids?”
I pulled back, the question coming out of left field for me. I had just assumed that kids were something we wanted, and I had never asked Erica if it was in her plans for life.
“Yes. Absolutely. As many as you want, peaches.”
“Then.” She popped the top button of my pants and smiled up at me, a gleam in her eyes saying she approved of my answer. “Can we start trying now?”
I grabbed her chin and tilted her head up to me. I searched her eyes for something that told me she was kidding in her question, not because I didn’t want to start now, but because I didn’t want to get my hopes up if this wasn’t what she wanted.
“Are you sure?” I questioned her, my voice turning from the playfulness moments ago to pure seriousness. My wife wanted to start a family.
Right now.
“One hundred percent.” She nodded with excitement and I could see it all so clearly. Kids running around our house, Erica round with my child, and us creating a life that would forever be growing.
I pushed her onto the bed and crawled on top of her, one hand propping myself up and the other on her hip. I looked down at where we were touching and thought of how over the next few hours I would worship this body and readily give it everything I had to make sure Erica got what she wanted.
That’s all I was ever going to strive for now. I pressed my forehead against hers and whispered the words I knew would mean more to her than when I said yes just a few hours ago, making her my wife.
“Then let’s start a family.”
