“It is.”
And for the first time since she walked back into my life with a baby in her arms…
It feels like we might actually get to keep this.
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Laney
Iwake before the sun.
Not because Emmy is crying.
Because I’m not alone.
For a moment I don’t remember where I am.
Then I feel the warmth behind me.
The solid arm around my waist.
The steady breathing of a man who sleeps like he’s still standing guard.
Saint.
My heart does that ridiculous, traitorous flip again.
I stay very still.
If I move…
This might disappear.
The room is quiet.
Safe.
The kind of quiet I forgot existed.
Emmy stirs softly in her bassinet.
Her tiny mouth puckers like she’s thinking through something important.
I smile before I can stop myself.
How did I get so lucky?
How did I get so terrified?
For months I told myself I didn’t need him.
That loving Saint Lawson would be like loving a wildfire.
Beautiful.
Dangerous.
Impossible to control.
