He smiles softly at me as he pulls my hand to his mouth and kisses it. “They love you.”
“They’re going to love you too.”
“Very likely. I’m irresistible.”
He is, even if he says it like he’s joking.
“Your ice cream melted. Want more?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I wantyou.”
“Huh. I happen to want you too.”
He hefts me into his arms and carries me upstairs and shows me once more just how much he loves me.
But it’s not just the kissing. The touching. The sex.
It’s the way he holds me. The way he cradles my belly.
The way he whispers, “I’m ready to renovate Caden’s room. We can move into it and turn this room into a nursery and the other room into a play room. If you want to stay here.”
“Holt—”
“We can find a different house if you’d rather. We don’t—I love the idea of new life in this house, but we don’t have to stay here.”
“I love this house.”
His gaze flickers over my body, lit by a lone lamp on his nightstand, and when his eyes reach mine again, he studies me closely. “You do?”
“It’syou.”
“I didn’t pick anything. Caden picked everything.”
“You don’t think he picked it for you? Because everything I know about you—I think he did.”
He blinks at me.
His eyes go shiny, and then I’m on my back, trapped beneath this massive man with a big heart and a bigger family than he realizes. “Fuck me,” he mutters. “You’re right. He did.”
“He loved you as much as you loved him.”
He buries his head in my neck while his breath shudders through him. “Thank you.”
I kiss his hair.
Stroke his back.
Bask in the feel of him while Tater Tot does flips that bubble in my belly.
“It’s home,” I whisper.
“It’s home,” he agrees. “Fuck, Ziggy…I’m so glad I broke my foot.”
A surprised laugh catches in my throat.
I’m not glad he got hurt.
But I will forever be grateful that he’s mine.
