“Me too,” Vincent agreed with a nod. “You know, I’m serious aboutadoption.”
A light glittered in his eyes. I knew he had an idea brewing already. He looked like he was about to say something else so I kept quiet andwaited.
“If…” hetrailedoff.
“If…?” I said, urginghimon.
He glanced up almost sheepishly at me. “If you want, we could go to the adoption centretomorrow.”
I couldn’t help but gasp. I knew Vincent was serious, but notthatserious. “Tomorrow?” Iechoed.
He nodded. “I’m financially capable of taking care of us and a child, plus your income on top of that.” His face broke out into a wide grin. “We could even get a new place - a nice house with a yard by the woods. My friend Markus mentioned there’s a place for sale in hisneighbourhood.”
My heart raced so fast I thought it would explode out of my chest. Everything was happening so quickly, but not in a bad way - in fact, this was the happiest I’d ever felt. Excitement coursed through my veins. This was happening. It wasreallyhappening.
“Yes,” I said. I was so ecstatic I almost grabbed his arms. “Yes toeverything.”
A wide grin spread across Vincent’s face. “Okay. That settles it, then. Tomorrow morning we’re going to the adoptioncentre.”
I all but squealed and threw myself at him. I felt like a giddy schoolgirl, but my emotions were genuine. Vincent held me against his chest and stroked my hair andmyback.
“I’m guessing you don’t feel so sick anymore,” hecommented.
“Nope,” I said. “I think the ginger tea and having a sexy alpha matehelped.”
Helaughed.
As the night wound down and we crawled into bed together, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Vincent’s warmth next to me under the covers came off in waves. I craved his contact; I shuffled closer until we were as close as physicallypossible.
“I love you,” I muttered, burying my face in his chest. I resisted the urge to run my hands all over his pecs but then realized I didn’t have to - we were mates now. So I did. Vincentchuckled.
“I love you, too,” he said. “I’m excited for tomorrowmorning.”
“Me too,” I agreed. “It’s like… we’re moving so fast, but it doesn’t feelbad,youknow?”
“Yeah, exactly. It feelsnatural.”
I grinned hard. Never in my life did I think I’d have an alpha to call my own, especially not one this sweet and kind andunbelievablyhot.
We settled down, both starting todriftoff.
“Goodnight, baby,” Vincent murmured. “Loveyou.”
I nuzzled his chest, feeling warm and comfortable and safe. “Loveyou,too.”
* * *
The next morningI awoke like a kid on Christmas. I practically leapt out of bed, but when I did, I discovered Vincent was no longerthere.
Panichitme.
“Vincent?” Icalled.
“I’m here, John,” he answered from outside the bedroom. He was already dressed - in the clothes he wore before we had sex yesterday. I felt guilty that I had clean clothes and he had to re-wear his, but when I walked up to him for an embrace I noticed he didn’t smell badatall.
As I took a deep drag of his scent, he chuckled and peeled me off. “I want to get rowdy again as much as you do, but we have somewhere to be this morning,remember?”
I sighed. “I know. Although I can’t promise I won’t be on you the instant wegetback.”
