In the end, I’d opened them because my girl had lost interest, which was usually the case with a one-year-old baby.
It had been extravagant for a child who had no idea what birthdays were all about, but I didn’t complain when Asher spoiled our daughter shamelessly.
He was the best father a woman could ask for, and he did everything he needed to do as a parent, including correcting his daughter when necessary.
His daughter might have him wrapped around her little finger, but he’d do what he needed to do to be a good father in the future.
“Maybe the clown was a little too much,” he conceded with humor in his voice.
“You think?” I teased as I looked up to see him grinning at me.
God, how I loved this man.
I’d fallen more in love with him every day.
I was very well aware of how lucky I was to have him and our adorable daughter.
“But I think it gave Kaleb some ideas,” he said. “And Cole and Devon can use the gift ideas in the future.”
I smiled.
Anna had given birth to a baby boy a month earlier.
Reese was currently pregnant and would be delivering in about a month.
And Cole was already stressing because Lauren had just found out that she was pregnant.
The Remington family was about to expand mightily, and no one was happier about that than Millie.
I let out a pseudo exasperated sigh as I turned so I could kiss my husband. “I don’t think I want to know what you’re planning for her next birthday.”
He raised a brow as he pulled me close. “Nothing yet. Right now, I’m pretty damned focused on her mother. Have I told you how proud I am of you?”
I probably wasn’t writing and illustrating as much as I could be because my priority was my daughter, but the book I’d just published was a huge success.
My writing and illustrating was reaching heights I’d never accomplished and never even imagined prior to reestablishing my career.
“Many times,” I assured him as I stroked his jawline.
Asher had been there to encourage me every step of the way.
If I wanted to write and illustrate, he happily took on dad duties while I got some work done and took a quick break from mothering.
Asher Remington was the epitome of a dream man, only he was completely and utterly real.
He might not be perfect.
He was bossy on occasion.
He was overindulgent with me and our daughter.
He was overprotective.
But he was still perfect for me.
I leaned in and kissed him, savoring the intense chemistry that was always there between the two of us.
He deepened the embrace, exploring my mouth with a thoroughness that made my toes curl.
