“I have one memory of my mother, and it’s a happy one. She wanted me, and that’s what I’m going to remember.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Okay, I won’t lie. I’m flabbergasted. I didn’t expect this when I woke up. I thought I was going to be putting him back together one tiny piece at a time, but it seems Kayne had some revelations while I was sleeping.
“You’re the most important thing in my life. I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you lately.” He kisses the inside of my wrist.
“You didn’t disappoint me. You scared me.”
“I know.” He pulls me closer and drops his forehead to mine then kisses me again before stirring the eggs around. “And I’m sorry for being a condescending cocksucker.”
“It’s okay. You can’t help who you are,” I tease him.
Kayne smirks. “Brat.”
“And proud of it.” I grab a little piece of green pepper and pop it into my mouth.
“Clearly.” He snakes his arm around my waist and secures me against him. “You’re the only one who can tame me, Ellie.”
“I’m not interested in taming you.” I run the tip of my noseup his neck. “I like you just the way you are.”
Kayne tightens his hold, his eyes flashing with excitement. I quiver.
“Are you hungry?” he purrs.
“Starved.” My mouth waters for more than just eggs.
“I bet.”
My stomach interrupts us, growling loudly, and we both laugh. “Someone is impatient.”
“You missed dinner last night. Can’t blame him.”
“He eats just like you.”
“If that’s the case, let’s go feed our boy.” Kayne sucks and licks my lips before he lets me go.
I grab some plates and silverware, while Kayne finishes cooking the eggs and pulls out a stack of pancakes warming in the oven. Once everything is set up on the patio outside, we sit down to eat. Well, Kayne sits. I kneel between his legs, but not as a submissive, instead just a woman who is madly in love with her man.
“My mother’s name was Sarah,” Kayne proceeds to tell me as I take pieces of pancake from his fingers. “Sarah Rivers. She had me when she was fourteen. There was no mention of my father on my birth certificate.” I chew slowly, listening attentively. “She was hooked on drugs and in no condition to raise a child, so the state took me away from her when I was thirteen months old. She eventually got clean and pulled her life together. She was twenty-one when she died.” I run my hands over his thighs as he speaks. “She wanted me.”
“Of course she did.” My composure nearly shatters. “She was your mother. Of course she wanted you.” I take his face in my hands and kiss him. A deep, emotive kiss that screams I want him, too.
“When we have another baby—”
“Another one? We haven’t even had this one.” I laugh.
“Well, when, if, we have another baby, and it’s a girl, I want to name her Sarah.”
“That’s fine. Done deal,” I agree immediately.
“Good.” It’s almost like he sighs with relief. Did he think I would say no to such a heartfelt request like that? He then attacks my mouth, smothering it with passion-fueled kisses.
“Aren’t you hungry?” I ask when we break for air.
“Starved. But I want dessert first.”
