“Uh-huh.”
A potion shop. The idea of owning one has never crossed my mind until now, and now that it has, I want one. To be able to create potions to help people with skin conditions and hair tonics, and whatever else I can make—the ideas are limitless.
I clap my hands. “I love that! Yes! Let’s do it.”
He kisses me and I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing up on my toes and bending one leg at the knee, lifting it up, just ’cause.
When the kiss breaks, he says, “That’s not all I saw.”
“What else?”
“I saw us—with a family of our own.”
My heart swells. “How many kids?”
He squints. “Not sure. Maybe a dozen?”
“Stop it! Honestly?”
“Honestly?” He tips his face up to the sky for a moment before dropping his lips back on mine and murmuring, “As many as you want.”
“You’re not going to give me an answer?”
“As we both know, sometimes one vision doesn’t give all the information that you need. More could come after, so I’m gonna let the number be a surprise.”
I scoff. “You are the worst, you know that?”
“I know. But you love me.”
We kiss again. “I do love you. Forever and ever.”
