“We’re going to succeed. That’s a promise,” I say, my voice steady.
“Oh, and I’m moving back to Frosthaven Falls,” Harper adds.
Her mom jumps up, squealing with delight as she envelops Harper in a tight hug, forcing us to release each other’s hands. “You are?”
At least her family seems supportive.
“Jumping in head first,” Harper says. “Nothing to potentially cause issues for us. Like distance.”
“There’s always phone sex,” Gina chimes in, prompting groans from everyone, including Lance.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I need to show Ford a few pictures I’ve taken since I’ve been home. They’re not edited yet, and it’s not the wedding. Promise. Just candid shots,” Harper says.
But Gina interrupts. “Before you do that, I’ve been waiting for you to get home from your holiday booty call with your new sexy boyfriend to make this announcement.”
Her mom opens her mouth in shock, but Harper cuts her off. “You don’t want to say her name just yet, Mom.”
Lance walks over to Gina, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. The way she gazes up at him with such love strikes me. I recognize that look. It’s the same one Harper gave me at her sister’s wedding, and it leaves me breathless all over again.
“Harper and Ford already know, but it’s a good thing that Harper’s moving back here. Because I need to schedule a shoot with her,” Gina announces. “A maternity shoot.”
“Gina!” their mom gasps, rushing to hug her. “You’re having a baby?”
“In about four months. Give or take,” Gina replies, beaming.
Their father wraps them both in a hug. “I never took you for the traditional type, baby girl.”
“Me neither,” she giggles. “But I wanted to wear Mom’s dress. And I figured this baby could use some tradition.”
Harper takes my hand and leads me into her bedroom. I have been in here once before, but it feels different now. I sit down on the chair at her desk, pulling her onto my lap.
She giggles as she logs in, and within moments, three pictures appear on the screen—shots from the engagement party, the bachelor party, and the wedding. “Okay, this is when you first walked in. The normal brooding Ford look,” she teases.
“Brooding?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Am I wrong?”
I laugh, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Well, I’m not brooding anymore.”
“Now, look at these.”
She clicks again, revealing three more pictures. They capture the moment I first lay eyes on Harper. Sure enough, a sparkle lights up my eyes, and a genuine smile stretches across my face.
“I plan to frame these, by the way,” she says, planting a kiss on my cheek. “I think they’re the best pictures I’ve ever taken.”
“I think they’re perfect. Now, go get changed. You need food.”
As she stands, I playfully slap her backside, earning a surprised giggle. “Hey!”
“Sorry. Couldn’t help it. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
I stare at the pictures again, shaking my head in disbelief. Now that Harper is in my life and in my bed, I know this is how I will look for the rest of my life. Even when we’re eighty and in a nursing home, I’ll still light up like this whenever she enters the room.
“Can you grab my suitcase in the corner? I’ll just have to pack up my camera equipment and grab my laundry later,” Harper calls from the bathroom.
“Pack it up?”
She pokes her head in, a teasing smile on her lips. “I thought you wanted me to bring it to your place.”
