“We can do whatever the fuck we want,” I remind him, pausing to tilt my head back to look up at him. “I wish the doctor didn’t say that we have to wait a few weeks for the stitches to be removed. I miss you.”
Carter presses his mouth to my ear. “It’ll be worth it when the stitches come out, I promise.”
I shiver and press him tighter. “I’ll hold you to that, husband.”
Carter chuckles and glances over at our daughter. “Have you given the name any more thought?”
I nod and snuggle into his side. “Hope. Hope Julis-Blackthorne. I don’t know about the middle name yet… I don’t want to offend anyone.”
“We can always make them compete for it,” Carter teases, with a quick kiss on my cheek. “Think of how much fun it’ll be.”
I giggle and squeeze my eyes shut.
When I fall asleep in Carter’s arms, it feels like nothing in the world can pierce our little bubble. Because our happiness is long overdue and hard-earned.
And no one will ever take it away from us again.
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