“What’s that smell?”
“I might have called your mom and asked for her recipe for chicken enchiladas,” he says and blushes.
“You what? No way, those are my favorite.”
“I know. I hope I got them somewhere close to hers.”
“I’m yours for life if you did.”
He tugs me into him and kisses me. We get lost in the kiss for a moment before he pulls away and kisses the tip of my nose. I smile up at him.
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
“You’re spoiling me. Whatever am I going to do when you’re too busy winning championships?”
“I will always make time for you. Staycations during my bye weeks. Flying you out for dates during the season and trips all over the world during offseason. We’ll make it work, I promise.”
“I can’t wait. All our dreams are coming true. You’re going first round, you know that, right?”
He tugs me in closer and palms my ass. “I love your confidence in me.”
“How could I not believe in my man? Besides, you played your ass off senior year. You earned this, babe.”
“What’s the first thing you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your dad already gave you a car for Christmas. I had been thinking about giving you one before that. Now I’m thinking maybe a house or a vacation between graduation and preseason. Anywhere you want to go,” he croons.
“You are not buying me a house, Bentley,” I scoff.
“Why not?”
“I’m your girlfriend, not your wife.”
“Give it a year, two tops. I’m going to put a ring on your finger.” He shrugs. “If we get the house now, you’ll be settled by the time I do and you can focus on planning the wedding.”
My stomach growls. “Let’s eat. We can talk more about what our future looks like after I scarf down those enchiladas.”
“As you wish,” he says with a wink.
Bentley
I chuckleat Zahirah and turn to lie down across her lap. We’ve been sitting on the couch talking after finishing dinner. She runs her hand through the front of my hair, taking a lock to rub between her fingers.
I take her hand and kiss her fingers. I love this. It feels so right. I can see our future so clearly.
“We should have at least four kids. All after you win at least two gold medals, of course. I’ll have two, maybe three rings by then,” I say as I look up at the ceiling while playing with her fingertips.
She begins to giggle. “You want four kids?”
“Yeah, two boys, two girls.”
“And if we have three boys first? Then what?”
“Baby number five it is.” I can’t help smiling at the thought.
Images of little ones who look like us fill my head. I know my parents will go nuts over them. I really don’t care if we have boys or girls. I just want them with her.
