Page 83 of Score Her Heart

I laughed and held her closer. “I don’t know if that qualifies me as father material.”

“Hmm, maybe not. I don’t think I’m ready either; I want some time to have you all to myself.”

I smirked at her and flexed my muscles. “Oh yeah, you want this hot bod all for yourself?”

She laughed at me but smiled. “Yes, exactly that.”

“But the idea of having a kid with me...you would be on board with it?”

She nodded with a bright smile, that kind of surprised me. “Yeah, baby. We would have such cute little babies.”

I leaned over and kissed her softly. “Babies plural?”

She pushed me away with a laugh. “Maybe…but not yet. Let’s wait on that whole situation.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” I told her and ran a hand through her copper-colored hair. “But…”

She eyed me suspiciously. “But what?”

I twirled her hair around my finger. “I can’t wait to have cute redheaded little babies with you. Someday.”

She put a hand over mine and gave me a sweet smile. “Someday,” she agreed.

I beamed at her as I imagined the two of us having a child down the line. I wondered if they would have her feisty personality. I wondered about what it would be like putting those first skates on my baby.

“Aaron, what’s with the face?” she asked, pulling me out of my daydream.

“I’m thinking about us having kids. That scares me but also excites me.”

“Me too. I wasn’t sure I actually wanted kids; I definitely didn’t want them with Eric. Right now, I want to enjoy married life, but one day we’ll have that.”

“When we’re ready,” I agreed.

As I watched her bite her lip, I had a feeling “one day” might be a lot sooner than either of us were willing to admit. For now, I was going to enjoy our family just being the two of us.

I leaned over and slanted my mouth against hers again. I never thought Fiona Gallagher would become my wife, even in my wildest fantasies, but I was so happy it had come to this. One thing was for certain: she was never taking off that wedding ring. I was going to make sure of that for the rest of our lives.

Epilogue

RILEY

TWO MONTHS LATER

“Hey,” I called into the office and walked in to see my wife hunched over the keyboard, typing away furiously. “You told me to come get you in an hour. We need to get ready.”

She looked up at me with a pained look. “No!!!! I got to a really crucial part of this draft. Let me just finish this chapter.”

I chuckled at that. Fi was working on her fourth book, a completely new thing from what she had written before. A romance! I had teased her about it a lot, but I had read some things over her shoulder, and holy fuck, my wife could write a sex scene. Considering the amount of…ahem, ‘research’ she needed to do for this book, I didn’t care what she wrote about.

The last book in her sci-fi trilogy had done pretty well, even though some people really hated the ending. I forced her to not read the reviews and read them for her to tell her what constructive criticism to look out for in her next book. She got mad at me for doing it because she said that’s what she had an agent for. I didn’t mind doing it, though; I loved that I could support the woman I loved.

I texted Dinah that we were going to be late and went back into the bedroom to go fix my hair again. I had gotten lazy lately, and now my hair was getting a little longer than I normally liked. I wasn’t sold on cutting it back to the short, cropped style I usually kept though, mostly because my wife liked to pull hair, and it was kind of a huge turn on. Not that I would ever admit it.

ME: Ugh…I’m sure you understand. Fi’s in a mid writing rage right now.

DINAH: HAHAHA! Omg, I so do. Don’t worry about being late. I TOTALLY understand.

“Did you tell on me?” Fi yelled from the office.