“I was gonna call you. Well, text you,” I said. “To tell you I’m not, uh. Going.”
“Honey, you can’t get cold feet about this,” she said. “You’ll wonder your entire life if—oh.”
I turned around to see why she was looking over my shoulder with her eyes falling out of her head to see Milo—wearing a pair ofmysweatpants, and nothing else—padding toward me.
He stopped in the middle of the bakery when he saw Muriel, brow furrowing.
“You have a fiancé,” I said, turning back to Muriel, who was looking Milo up and down with a sparkle in her eyes.
Shedidhave great taste in men, as it turned out. But this one was mine.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t look,” she said.
Milo’s chin landed on my shoulder, arms looping around my waist. I couldn’t help leaning back into him, enjoying the warmth of his body, the feel of being close to him.
I was so ridiculously in love I could barely contain it.
“Morning, Muriel,” Milo said, taking one hand away to cover a yawn, but putting it back on my hip immediately.
“We were going on a mission to get you back this morning,” Muriel said.
“You were?” Milo asked.
“We were,” I confessed softly. “I was planning to tell you,” I added, taking his hand and linking our fingers together. “I wanted you back. Muriel offered to drive.”
“I’m teaching you how to drive,” Milo murmured sleepily, nuzzling my neck.
“Well, I can see my services are no longer required,” Muriel said, looking between the two of us with a big, genuine smile. “Have you asked him about the wedding?”
“Wedding?” Milo asked, coming back to reality as though the word had woken him from the nap he’d been taking against my shoulder.
“Muriel wants to book you as her wedding photographer,” I explained. “I feel like this is something we can talk about later?”
“Seriously?” Milo asked, fully alert.
Muriel lit up. “Seriously,” she said. “But Xander’s right. You boys have better things to do. I’ll check in on you in a day or two.”
And then she was gone, and Milo turned me around to kiss me in the middle of the bakery, and I’d never been happier.
“I can’t believe you had your hand on my butt the whole time you were asking for directions,” I said as the hospital elevator doors closed.
Milo, both hands safely in his pockets now, shrugged, a smirk playing around his incredibly kissable lips.
“Had to put it somewhere,” he said. He wasn’t quite laughing, but the sparkle in his eyes told me how funny he thought this was.
He’d never been sexier to me than he was today. The last of the dark circles had cleared from under his eyes, his hair was artfully ruffled—my doing—and everything about him was relaxed and happy. He was excited, too, that we were finally bringing Dawn and the babies home. Excited to start his new life as world’s best uncle.
I knew he was going to nail it. Rose and Lily would be lucky to have him.
I was lucky to have him.
I loved him so, so much. So much I couldn’t stop it spilling out all the time, whether we were alone or not.
So if he wanted to put his hand on my butt every now and then, I was okay with it.
“Nervous?” I asked, watching Milo count the floors up to the maternity ward as the counter lit up.
“Wondering if there’s enough time to make out with you without getting busted,” he said, grinning.
