“It might not happen,” she mumbles, averting her gaze.
I grasp her chin, tilting her face up. “Then we’ll deal with that issue when and if it comes. Do you not want a baby with me?”
“I do, but…” Her dark eyes flicker with a dozen emotions, but I see the two main ones battling for the upper hand: hope and fear.
I press a finger to her lips. “Let’s leave it there. I want a family with you, Kiki, and I hope you want one with me.”
Fear, your ass is getting kicked by the strongest emotion there is—love.
Even in the dim light, I see the flush climbing her cheeks as she drapes her arms around my neck. “We’ll have so much fun practicing.”
Fucking hell, but those are some magical words, as certain body parts awaken, desperate for playtime.
“Best time ever,” I reply, giving her luscious ass a squeeze.
“But if we succeed in this endeavor, there’s going to be a whole lot of dirty diapers and sleepless nights. Are you sure you want to go through that again?”
“Woman,” I roar, pulling her flush against me. “Am I sure? I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
A laugh bubbles out of her. “Let’s do it, Landry. Although I’m warning you. Stop making all my dreams come true. I might start expecting it.”
“That’s the idea.” I claim her mouth just as the fireworks explode overhead, but I’m in no hurry to return to the party.
I’ve already got everything I need right here.
Chapter 34
Epilogue #2 - Us Three
Kiki
It’s been a dream vacation.
Old world charm, scrumptious food, and of course, a day at Disneyland Paris.
Theo loves every minute of the trip as much as I do, even humoring my request to tour every library and museum in the city.
Okay, he played along for about an hour before groaning, but I consider that a win with a seven-year-old.
And what little boy doesn’t love castles, especially when his father bought him a toy sword and shield to defend it against enemies.
The two of them run around the grounds, laughing, squealing, and occasionally earning a scowl from a fellow tourist. But we pay them no mind.
Life is for living.
We spend our final day exploring Edinburgh, and Theo morphs from a knight into a wizard, walking the cobblestone streets, wand in hand.
I settle onto a bench in Princes Street Gardens, soaking inthe surreal scenery as the sun kisses the horizon. Yep, I could live here. Without a doubt.
Theo approaches me, a piece of paper in his hand.
“What’s that?”
He shrugs, a strange smile on his face. “It’s for you. From me and Dad.”
I accept the paper and open it, tears filling my eyes and blurring the page.
Written in Theo’s terrible scrawl is:
