She lets out a small sob and tears begin running down her cheeks. “Are you sure? You might change your mind when you hear what I have to say next.”
I just grin. “Take your best shot, Wildcard. I promise you, you’re stuck with me.”
She hesitates a moment before blurting, “I’m pregnant.”
I blink down at her, stunned. She waits for me to respond, looking petrified.
A baby.
We’re going to have a baby.
I’m going to have a family of my own.
I picture her, her belly big with my kid, and warmth floods me. My heart fills with so much joy, I can hardly contain it.
A massive smile curls my lips and I let out a bark of excited laughter.
“That’s amazing!” I exclaim. “I’m going to be a dad!”
She looks taken aback by my response. “You’re not upset?”
“Fuck no! I couldn’t be happier!”
She grins and visibly relaxes, resting her hands against my chest.
“Also, I’m moving to Colorado. I told my boss everything, and so she is letting me work remotely, because I made it clear that even if you wouldn’t take me back, I wasn’t going to keep your child even one state away from you.”
Fuck… I love this woman.
I wrap my arms around her and hug her tight, breathing in her scent and soaking in the love that’s practically radiating off her.
“I love you so much,” I tell her. “Let’s go home.”
She turns her face up to mine and smiles with pure happiness. “Okay.”
Leaning down, I kiss her long and deep, savoring the feel of her in my arms. I know, deep in my soul, that I’ll never let her go again.
Neither of us is perfect, and we never will be, but our love… this true love…
It’s perfect enough for us both.
EPILOGUE: DON’T GET GREMLINS WET
RYLEE
TWO MONTHS LATER
“Hold him down!”Zander cries.
“I am!” I snap back. “You’re supposed to be shampooing him, not me!”
“He’s fucking wiggling too much.”
Gizmo screeches and fights as Zander and I struggle to give him a bath. It’s not something we do often, but he dug his way into the trash can and came out covered in old marinara sauce, so… scrub a dub dub.
“This is why you aren’t supposed to get gremlins wet!” Zander yells when Gizmo bites his hand.
I can’t help but laugh at the sight of Zander, T-shirt soaked, face scrunched up in determination, one hand clenching a bottle of pet safe shampoo.
