Page 159 of Finding Redemption

“Thank you, Lachlan.” Walker sees him out while I read over the papers more thoroughly.

“This is amazing. I have no other words.” I smile up at Walker.

“I’m thinking your desk here and a crib over in this corner.” He points to the far wall. “Unless you want your own office. We can set up the apartment for them when they need to nap.” His eyes are alight with wonder. He smiles from the inside out.

“I love that idea.” I join him, pressing myself into his side. “So, I’m thinking…”

“Yes?” He stares down at me.

“How ‘bout you meet me down by the new house on Saturday?”

He narrows his eyes. He pulls me around, into his arms. “Whatcha got in mind, baby?”

“I say we set up a big, white tent. No need to bring flowers. We’ll have some in rose gold for our daughter, navy for our son and hints of burgundy all over.”

“What will you be wearing? I’ll dress to match.” Walker’s eyes smolder, setting my body on fire.

“I’ll also be in white. Although, a manly rogue has stolen my virtue.” I bat my lashes, giggling.

“Talking about stealing.” He drops to his knees, reaching under my skirt. He peers up at me as he drags my panties down my legs.

“My goodness, sir. What are your plans with me?” My breath hitches when he buries his face between my thighs.

“You’re about to find out.” He picks me up, cradling me in his arms. Kicking his door open, I turn three shades of red. “Donna, I’m going home early. Gotta rehearse the honeymoon.”

“Have fun. I’ll let myself out.” She laughs as Walker carries me upstairs.

Walker lays me back on the bed, running his hands down the length of my body. “You feel so damn good.” He tugs at my skirt until I raise my hips. Dropping it on the floor, he fists his cock, his eyes burning a path up my body. He reaches for my hand, pulling me up the bed.

He unbuttons my shirt, and it falls to the bed, his pants not far behind. Slowly, he climbs between my legs. Taking me into his arms, he slides deep within me. The push and pull of his cock draws moans from me as he takes his time loving me.

We begin to build our pace, smashing our bodies together in a tangled dance. He drags my core to the brink. My back rises from the bed, and I fist his hair, tugging his mouth to mine. Our release hits us as our tongues twist, muffling our praises to one another.

“The guys are set up at Riley’s. And I pulled your Tahoe around back,” Alden says, entering Cynthia’s family room, better known as The Hive according to Riley. “Do you think Walker would adopt me? I love that damn truck.”

“He’s ridiculous. He spends entirely too much money. He worries me about our future,” I huff.

Ava stops dead, cocking her brow. “Seriously? You’re worried about going broke?”

“Oh, hush.” I throw a towel at her. “I hope he’s not regretting this.”

“Now, who needs to hush?” Ava hits me with the towel. She waddles now. It’s adorable.

“Momma, Gramma said Aunt Reese needs to get her dress on. We’re ready to go.” Andi is adorable in her flower girl dress. Walker picked it out, rose gold sequin bodice with tulle A-line. She’s her mother.

I peek up at Alden standing by the door. “I’ll be out here, daughter.” He’s giving me away; my heart may explode with happiness today.

I grin. “I’ll be right out. You ready?” I wink at Ava.

She’s eight and a half months pregnant with Storm and could not be more beautiful. She’s wearing a rose gold floor-length satin gown. It flares at the waist, giving her plenty of room. Riley insisted on a V-cut halter since her boobs are huge.

“Are you?” She smirks.

“I was born to be Walker’s wife. Hell, yes, I’m ready.” Ava laughs with me, bringing my dress to me.

Alden’s eyes are round as saucers when I walk out. The bodice of my white gown is loaded with lace and jewels. Low cut with a ribbon waist and a flowing chiffon skirt. I love it. “You’re perfect.”

“I love you.” I giggle at his response. Tears threaten to come. I can’t cry, not yet.