I sit so I can see him. "Do you mean move in?"
"If you want."
God, I want. "But your house--"
"It's still mine. We'll keep both for now. Stay here, stay there, maybe rent mine out. We'll figure it out. Your place is smaller, cozier, perfect for now. But maybe someday…" Something vulnerable flickers in his eyes. "…maybe we'll want more room. A family. My place has the space, if we want to use it."
My breath catches. "A family?"
"If you want." His voice is rough.
"Put me in, coach," I say, kissing his lips over and over, saying, "Put me in, put me in, put me in," on a loop until he's laughing.
"God, I love how you do that," he says, holding my face still so he can really kiss me.
"Do what?"
"Make me laugh when I'm afraid I might cry. Make me feel so many things at once. Everything. All of it. You. I love you."
"Good. Now fuck me in my library, McHotbooty. I've never been so wet in my life."
A laugh busts out of him, loud and deep as he gathers me into his arms and lays me down, his lips on a track for mine.
"Anything you want, peaches."
And when he kisses me, we're both finally home.
EPILOGUE
Three years later
MOLLY
The second I bend over to pick up a box, Cass snatches it out of my hands with a look.
"You are too pregnant for boxes."
I sigh and roll my eyes, but she's not wrong. My belly is so big, I haven't seen my vagina in months. Grey says she's fine, though.
"But I--"
"Nope" She sets the box back down and physically turns me, escorting me back to the front porch where I've been reading. It's gorgeous out, a perfect spring day, but I'm too distracted with everyone here. The gang came together to help move in the last of Grey's things from his grandmother's house now that we're renting it out.
The addition for the nursery is finally finished thanks to Grey and Danny's hard work and the help of a contractor. But Danny and Grey did as much as they could themselves, built it by hand.
Grey is well aware that I love a good surprise--between that and my lack of mobility, I've been banished since they started painting a couple weeks ago. Cass and Jessa teamed up to put the room together with inspiration from my Pinterest boards and the baby's registry.
It's been a wonderful sort of torture trying to sneak a peek. But now that it's time? I'm crawling out of my skin.
Cass deposits me on the porch swing, disturbing Scout, who was curled up asleep.
"Cassidy, if I have to wait much longer, I'm going to die."
"You won't die, I promise. Now, stay."
I sigh again, settling into the cushions. "Oh, all right. Hurry up!"
"Just give us a couple more minutes," she says, zooming back into the house.
