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Just perfect.

“You love me,” I told her just to hear it again.

“Yes.”

“Obviously I know how irresistible I am,” I continued.

“Insufferable when you get your way,” she added.

I ignored that. “Now tell me when,” I ordered her.

“When?”

“I want to know the exact moment you knew you were falling for me. Hit me with it. It was when I answered the door in a towel on that first day, wasn’t it?”

She ignored that, chewing her lip, really thinking about it. “I think it was the night of your pool party, when you were acting like a maniac. The way you took care of me like I was your only thought, your only priority. I think that was when I started to get an inkling.”

“Do you want to know mine?” I asked her.

“Let me guess. It was after I showed you Mischief and Mayhem, wasn’t it?”

“A solid guess, I must say. Wrong, but a good try. I was in strong denial but I actually think you had me hooked from ‘Dev is trite.’”

I’d left her speechless.

I kept going. “I’m not sure how you’ll take this, but even though I was slow to figure out the love stuff, I still meant every marriage proposal I ever leveled at you.”

Speechless again. It was unprecedented.

We were married in record speed, which was saying a lot in Vegas.

We hadn’t even pulled out of the parking lot to head home from the courthouse when I said, “Have the IUD taken out. I want to get you pregnant yesterday.”

Her reaction was better than it could have been, to be fair. She just laughed. “Shut up, you wacko. We don’t have to do everything this very second. Let’s take a minute to breathe.”

“I don’t want to,” I was driving, and I caressed her thigh with my right hand, then tried to cop a feel. “I want to fill you with cum with a purpose, and I want to do it this instant.”

She batted my hand away. She was programming the music for the car from her phone, and not ten seconds later the speakers started blaring out You can’t always get what you want.

“Wife,” I said it like an insult.

“Husband,” she matched my tone precisely.

“Ball and chain.”

“Albatross.”

Ro’s parents showed up at my house less than twenty-four hours after she told them about the wedding.

She was right. They were adorable, and when they were finished chewing us both out and sizing me up, they were delightful to have around. As different from my own family as it was possible to be.

Wholesome and somehow wickedly fun.

They adopted me on the spot, and I instantly enlisted them in my plot of convincing Ro to have ten babies with me sooner rather than later.

They were more than happy to, and they were very good at it. I saw quickly where Ro had gotten her irresistible charm.

Her mother’s name was Ginny, and she was as funny as she was cute. Delightful and a little terrifying, just like her daughter.