"Don't even think about it," Sava says.
"Think about what?"
"About starting to overthink everything."
I roll my lips to hide my amusement. The man knows me too well. "I wasn't," I tell him and he shoots me a one-raised-eyebrow look, making me laugh. "Okay, okay, maybe I was considering doing that for a split second but mostly, I was thinking about the craziness of it all. Or the improbability."
"From where I sit, I see nothing crazy about it." Sava brings his free hand to my face, gently caressing my skin. "You were always meant to be mine. And so, you are."
He leans in, placing a chaste kiss to my lips before pulling away again as we continue driving in complete silence. But it's the right kind of silence. It's the one where we simply exist in each other.
I lean my head against the soft leather seat, tilting it so I can watch his handsome profile that hides such ruthless creature.
My creature. The darkness to my night. The thunder to my lightning.
"Thank you," I utter the words that should condemn me. The ones that should fill me with shame but don't.
Severin's head snaps my way as his throat bobs before softness overtakes his rugged features and he lays his head against the seat, mimicking my position and just watches me for a long moment.
"I never regretted it," Sava states without shame.
"I know." I smile.
"You don't think I'm a monster?"
"Oh, you are. You are just my monster." I place my hand on his stubbled cheek, but he shifts it over to his lips, kissing it.
"Always and forever."
"Always and forever."
Epilogue
Severin
“Damn,it’sgoodtobe back,” Abel hollers from across the locker room.
Our first preseason game was today, and despite loving hockey with my soul, I don’t share his sentiment because I just want to be home with my pregnant wife and our son.
We got married the weekend after coming back from New York with only our closest friends and family present. It was small, quiet, and perfect.
“Sava, do you mind at least pretending you want to play hockey?” Exton jabs at me, and I send him a scowl.
“Look who’s talking. You haven’t stopped checking your phone since we got here.” As I’m saying it, he’s going to check again but slams his phone back down.
“Damn it.” He sighs. “Do you think we’re old enough to retire and just sit home with our wives yet?
“No,” I respond dryly.
“Are you sure?”
“Trust me, I’ve asked, and even begged, but Aurora says if I retire and hover over her twenty-four seven she’s going to kill me.”
Seriously though, how am I supposed to play when she’s all alone at home.
Aurora is only twelve weeks along, but her pregnancy is high risk due to her heart transplant, and to make matters worse, she has the worst morning sickness that lasts the whole fucking day.
To say I booked my vasectomy as soon as I could is not to say anything. I’m not going to risk her health anymore, no matter how much I enjoy the process.
