I blushed thinking of how much fun we’d have creating that moment.
“For the fourth time,” he added.
“Four?”
He smiled broadly. “Four’s a good number.”
I cringed, having heard women who swore two were a handful. “Why not six or seven?”
“It gets hard to fit more than four car seats in a minivan, plus the dog, of course.”
“Maybe it would be better if we talked about this later.”
He rubbed his nose against mine. “Sure thing, Angel.” Then he kissed the living daylights out of me.
I loved it when he called me Angel. “And the happiest?”
“It’ll be the day you sayI do, and you are forever mine.”
That was sweet. It would be my happiest day too, way ahead of a fourth pregnancy. Picturing that day, I announced, “I want a beach wedding.”
“Wherever you want.”
I pulled myself up to kiss my man, the man who’d saved me, and now promised me the future I’d always craved. “Me too.”
After a thorough make-out session, he checked his watch. “We have to get to the airport. I have another surprise.”
“Rhonda?” I guessed.
“Damn, Angel. Stop trying to ruin it by guessing.” The way he said it, I knew I was right.
Giddy, I stopped to admire my ring before following my SEAL down the stairs.
With this wonderful man, I’d gone from being on the run, constantly looking over my shoulder, to finally looking forward.
The life I imagined was a magnificent full-throttle one, full of joy, surprises, yes a bunch of kids, and most of all love.
