I look over at Dallas, sipping his coffee innocently. Like the man didn’t shut off my alarm on purpose today.
“Daddy said you weren’t feeling good and to let you rest when I couldn’t find my slippers.”
I gasp and look accusingly at Dallas. “Always wake me up for a slipper emergency.”
He chuckles. “Knew you two would gang up on me someday.” He turns and pours a cup for me. I take it and stand beside him at the island, sipping slowly.
“All done,” Ellie chirps, lifting her cereal bowl and placing it in the sink.
“I’ll take her today.” Dallas clears his throat and lifts Ellie’s backpack.
I round the counter. “Coming back to take care of me some more?” I glance at Ellie. “Like with chicken soup?”
He chuckles and leans in for a kiss. “No. I need to go take care of something. I’ll be back this afternoon. She’s got art class with Rose later, so you’ve got the day to yourself.”
I pout and he growls, biting my bottom lip. “I’ll be home soon.”
Home.
My eyes dance around the kitchen as they head out.
Dallas and I declared our love for each other less than twelve hours ago and I’ve never felt more at home.
More loved.
More cherished.
And when we switch to the banter and bickering? That’s fine too. I’ll take all of our versions.
Because I know he would too.
It’s late afternoon when I call my mother.
“Willow, not this again.”
“Mom, I’m serious. I’ve changed my mind. Don’t call the lawyer.”
“Sweetheart. What is the issue? You say you love the man, so this is the real thing. You’re not compromising your integrity or whatever.”
“I know. But I still want to wait. It just feels too soon. Plus, I don’t need it right now. Let me just bring this up to Dallas first. I don’t want him thinking—” I sigh. “Just, don’t do anything yet.”
There’s silence on the other end of the line.
“Mom.”
“Tell me what happens when he leaves you.”
“What?”
“Tell me what happens when this one hurts you—blindsides you—just like the others.”
I swallow. “He’s different.”
She sucks her teeth. “Of course he is. At least this one is giving you a way to get your inheritance, Willow. Don’t miss this opportunity. Take your money. Buy that property you had your eye on.”
“Mom.”
“And do it yourself—like an adult, Willow.”
