“Better than yesterday,” Natalia says and I keep smiling.
“Good.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Let’s take you to work.”
At home and in bed, Natalia straddles my lap and her hands cradle my face as we kiss. It’s slow and languid and soft. Lips parting, tongue grazing, teeth nipping—it’s the kind of lazy that happens after hot, savage sex with her.
“Hmm,” she moans into my mouth, her hands smoothing from my neck down my chest, her palms resting on my pecs. She pulls away. “I love you.”
“And I love you.” I grin so hard my face hurts.
With the way Natalia makes me smile, I’m surprised the muscles in my face aren’t bigger than they are.
“You know, one day you’re going to have the worst smile lines ever,” Natalia says, her thumbs like parenthesis around my lips then pulling them upward into a smile. “And I’m going to love it.”
“Good, because it’s you that’s giving me those wrinkles.”
“And it is an honor.” She chuckles. “Shall we eat dinner and watch a movie on the couch?”
“We shall.” I grin. “Mozzarella sticks and greasy burgers?”
Natalia moans, her eyes beaming brightly. “Sounds like one hell of a meal, chef.”
I arch a brow. “Chef?”
“New kink?”
I wink and grip her hips. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she says. “I’ve just been…thinking a lot. My dads are coming back again soon and I was talking about it in therapy. I started thinking about things we could do.”
“With your dads?”
“No, like,us.You and me,” she says, then her cheeks redden. “In the future.”
My eye brows raise just a bit. “Okay? Tell me our future, sweetheart.”
She giggles softly. “Okay,” she breathes. “I thought about adopting one day—a child, of course.”
I smile, my heart pounding with the image of our future together alone. “Okay.”
“Okay, what?” She slaps my chest softly. “Rowan.”
“What?’” I chuckle.
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“I would never.” I kiss her. “I’m saying,okay,” I say. “As long as I’m with you, I don’t care what we do or where we go, Natalia. We can adopt a hundred kids and dogs and cats. I just wantyou.”
“Wherever and whatever?”
“Wherever and whatever,” I say. “But I’d like to maybe do the whole adult thing.”
“What adult thing?”
I lift a shoulder. “You know. House, car, marriage.”
“And if I say I want a courthouse wedding?” She half smiles.
“Then we’ll take our friends in a cheap limo and have them be our witnesses,” I say.
