“What exactly are we talking about here?” I ask.
“Nothing. I overstepped,” Daisy concedes, but I’m staring at Adam, who is actively avoiding me.
“I think I need help putting dessert together,” Ruby says, her chair scooting back, followed by the other sisters.
“What was Daisy talking about?” I ask once they’re all in the kitchen.
“Nothing is set in stone,” Adam says, not answering my question at all.
“Adam …”
“I was just thinking that getting a house or a brownstone would be smart. Charlie’s only going to get bigger. I was going to talk to you about it in a few weeks.”
There are so many thoughts racing through my mind. I know making huge decisions right now probably isn’t smart, but I’m also so desperate to keep my family together that maybe I’ll just throw caution to the wind.
“You want to get a bigger place together?” I ask, stunned.
He turns to face me, Charlie snuggled against his chest. It’s unfair using the baby against me.
“Honestly, I want everything together. We can stay here until we find the perfect place, but eventually I would like a bigger, more permanent place with you.”
His sincerity stuns me. Tears fall before I can get a grip on the emotions that are having a free-for-all in my body.
“I’d really like that,” I croak through the tears.
“Yeah?”
“Oh my God, yes. I just didn’t want to pressure you into anything. I mean, she’s three days old. Making decisions rightnow is probably so stupid.” I gesture to the bundle of love he’s holding.
“I don’t care. We’ve got time to look and make the best call for us. But getting a yes right now is more than I could ever hope for.” He leans into me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Aww,” the Morrison sisters say from the kitchen.
“God, you four just know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?” Adam grumbles.
“You invited us over,” Autumn accuses.
“A mistake, surely.” Adam rolls his eyes, making me smile even more.
“God, I love your family.” I sigh, leaning back onto the couch. Right as I do, Charlie starts to fuss. Adam hands her to me so I can feed her while he feeds me delicious tiramisu.
Once the sisters leave, promising to be back tomorrow, we make our way to bed.
“I love them, but my God, they never stop talking.” Adam sighs.
“In five to seven years, you’ll have a daughter that does the same thing.” I chuckle.
“At least I have practice.” Adam grins over at me.
Charlie is lying on my chest, passed out after eating. Adam runs his fingertips over her back as I watch.
“I was serious about us moving in together for real. I know her coming early was a shock, but I can’t imagine you going back to your place,” he whispers.
“And I was serious when I said making life-changing decisions right now was stupid.”
“I know, but it doesn’t change what I want.”
