He absolutely did mean it.
“Yeah, I did, Will. One day, we might want kids. If or when we do, you should have a more stable career. I get called out in the middle of the night to a lot of homicides. If I’m on call, I have to go. Having you there to make sure our kids are safe will allow me to focus and do my job.”
Will was aware.
It gave him goosebumps that the man was talking about a family and children. That was something he’d always believed would be out of his reach.
There weren’t a lot of men out there who were willing to stay in the shadows since Will wasn’t out, but Corbin was more than happy to do that.
Then again, once they got married, he was definitely coming out to his family. They’d have to work through it on their own. He wasn’t hiding anymore.
His one-day husband was an amazing man, and he wanted to make sure he never hid that from the world.
He.
Was.
Proud.
Will was honest.
“I think I want to quit when we go back toPhiladelphia. I’m going to sell my condo, and I’ll move in if you still want me to.”
Corbin smiled at him.
That he was willing to trust him so much that he’d give up his place meant the world to him.
“I want you to, Will. I’ve always wanted you to. Despite this setback, with what happened to me, that was always the goal. I told you that the days before I was hurt. You, me, a place together, and a happy, happy life. That’s what I want. You’ve always been my end goal—well, marrying you was.”
Him too.
That made him giddy to think that they were on the way toward that goal. Corbin wanted to wait until he was healed and could accept the rings, and Will could tell that him going back to work was the next step.
They.
Were.
Close.
“Well, sign me up. I can’t wait to be William Price. That makes me very happy,” he admitted.
That hit Corbin hard in the feels.
He was going to take his name, and they were going to be together for the rest of their lives.
Corbin had found his other half.
God.
How did he get so lucky?
Only, before he could say anything else, the homicide captain came out and headed their way.
“Are you Detective Corbin Price?” he asked. “And you work with the FBI?”
He stood and shook his hand.
“I am, and you are?” he asked.
