I want to snicker at his words about his mom, but I’m too focused on the first part. “Kids?” I’m shocked at his words. “You want kids?”
“Do you?”
“Yes. I love kids.”
“How many do you want?”
“Oh.” I hadn’t given that any thought. I always assumed I wouldn’t have any. “One or two, I guess. You?”
“One or two would be perfect.” He wraps his arms around me. “See? I knew we were perfect for one another.”
I feel like I need to address the elephant in the room. Or the elephant who just left the room. His mother. With his arm still wrapped around me, I say, “I need for you to make peace with your mom. She may never accept me, and I’m okay with that, but I don’t think you are.”
“She’ll come around.”
“What if she doesn’t, though? You’ll resent me for that.” I’ve read enough books to know that it’s a possibility.
Hudson loosens his hold on me and takes a step back. Enough so he can look down at me. “I would never resent you for my mother’s actions.”
I blink, waiting for more.
“If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll sit down with my parents and talk frankly with them. Will that work?”
“Yes.” For now.
“Good. Now, let’s go to bed.”
I snicker. “We just got up a couple hours ago.”
“Not to sleep, silly. I want to see what you’ve got underneath last season’s dress.”
“You already know.”
Sliding his hand around to my backside, Hudson pats my bottom. “I forgot. Refresh my memory.”
“Fine.” I sigh then giggle as I skip back into the bedroom.
ChapterThirty
HUDSON
Willa wants to have children.My children, hopefully.
Today has been surreal. Even with the drama created by my mother, it’s been a day I hope to repeat each and every week. Waking up next to Willa after our morning romp felt right, perfect. I wanted her again, of course, but I could tell she was sore. I talked her into a second shower, with me this time, where I lathered her entire body with soap and then dried her off. She did the same for me, using her hand to bring me to climax in the shower. She’s got wonderful hands.
After that, I spent the afternoon reading and checking emails I’d neglected the day before while Willa worked on job-related activities.
It’s dinner time. We’ve been grazing all day on the brunch leftovers, but I’m hungry for steak. “Willa?” She’s been using my home office, searching for non-profit companies that tie into her business and entrepreneurship degree. Her focus has been on the accounting side of her degree, not on the business and entrepreneurship part because, as she put it, “She loved the numbers.” Hopefully, that shift in direction will garner her some interviews.
She didn’t respond, so I make my way into the office. “Willa?”
“Yeah?” She’s typing away on her computer. I hope she’s getting somewhere.
“Feel like a steak?”
“No. I feel like a woman.” She giggles. “Oh, you mean for dinner?”
I’m behind her in no time with my hands on her shoulders. I give them a little squeeze. When she moans, I feel it in my sweatpants, if you know what I mean. Deciding to see if I can get a reaction out of her again, I massage her shoulders.
