“Yes.I’d like to have it here.Trevor and Elizabeth will fly over for it.”
“And after?”
Tamsin sighed.“I don’t know yet.This place and these people truly feel like family to me now.And Trevor assured me to make my decisions based on my feelings, not thinking about what they’d want me to do.Unless, of course, you’d prefer to have it over there for your family.”
Aisling shook her head.“I can fly ’em over what wants to come.An’ I’m livin’ wherever you want.Wherever makes ye happy.”
“But what about you?”Tamsin asked.
“Makin’ ye happy makesmehappy.”
Tamsin snugged into her arms.“Did you ever think about children?”she asked.
Aisling snorted.“I love ye, but I really don’t want to get pregnant.”
‘I meant me,” she softly said.“There are still more fetuses in storage.”
Aisling’s heart nearly stopped.“I…” She swallowed hard.“That had never occurred to me,” she finally admitted.
Tamsin sat up and looked her in the eyes.“Would you be willing?The worst is over, right?Danger, I mean.”
It felt like her chest was tight, her throat constricting, her pulse pounding in her ears.“Babies?”she managed.
Tamsin slowly nodded.“Unless you don’t want?—”
Aisling grabbed her and kissed her again to shut her up.Not that she didn’t want to kiss her anyway, because she did, but she needed a moment to allow her brain to restart.
She’d been in plenty of terrifying situations in her life.Death-defying in the literal sense of the word.
Survived, unscathed, events that most people wouldn’t have made it through.
But this?
This made everything else pale in comparison.
She closed her eyes and, before she could chicken out, she mumbled the word against Tamsin’s lips.“Yes.”
Tamsin let out a piercing squee and enveloped her in a strangling hug.“Thank you, love!You’ll be such an amazing mum!You’re already fantastic with Maisie and the other babies!”
Aisling held her, keeping her eyes squeezed tightly closed.Oh, boy.Goddess, if I ever needed yer help and guidance, now would be a fantastic time to make a believer outta me.
ChapterThirty-Two
Dewi
She walkedinto the office to see Ken sitting at the desk and scowling at his laptop.“What’s going on?”she asked.
He sat back, rubbing his eyes.“Going through the latest batch of data from Segura’s company.”
“And?”
“Well, there’s still no sign of Miranda.Like, atall.Apparently, Abundio married a woman young enough to be his granddaughter, and she’s now working at the company.”
“Working there?”
“Well, taking over, to be more accurate.It’s like he slid her into Miranda’s role, but that’s not the annoying thing.”
She leaned against the doorframe.“And that would be?”
