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I snort a laugh. “That’ll make going in public interesting.”
“Ehh, who says we ever need to go out in public?”
I glide my fingers across his chest, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles beneath my fingertips. “We both have jobs.”
He sighs. “I would quit tomorrow if it meant I could stay home and make love to you all day long.”
Closing my eyes, I rest my cheek against his arm. “That’d be nice,” I murmur, sudden exhaustion taking over.
His chuckle echoes through my ears as his hand rests on my stomach. I feel the baby kick beneath his touch, as if our son or daughter knows whose hand it is and is happy to have him back.
Me too, baby.
“I love you, Hallie. Thank you for making me the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.”
With a smile on my lips, I murmur a soft, “Love you too, Logan.”
And I fall asleep happier than I ever thought possible.
In his arms.
The only place I ever want to be.
Epilogue
Logan
I’d never wish the night away, especially tonight, but all I can think about is getting Hallie back to our place and stripping that dress off her body.
Some might say we’ve moved fast, but there’s nowhere else I want to be. Once we both confessed our love last month, we’ve been together ever since. Every night. In fact, over the last few weeks, I’ve moved all my personal belongings from my house to hers. I know she’s just renting, but she has more space. Plus, we’ve inquired about buying the house from her landlord, who is very interested in talking after the first of the year. We’re still trying to decide what to do with my house, but we’re in no hurry. It can sit empty until spring for all I care, just as long as I get to keep waking up with Hallie in my arms.
Today was the big day. Blair and Gabe’s wedding.
It was a beautiful event at the church, and now the reception is in full swing. Half the town is here, despite the fact they wanted a smaller, more intimate affair. But when both the bride and groom grow up in a small, close-knit town, it’s hard to draw the line for invitations. My first wedding was a grand affair, complete with the world’s longest list of invites. That was Shay’s idea. I’d been fine with fifty or sixty of our closest family and friends.
“Promise me something,” Hallie says as she steps up behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist.
“Anything,” I reply, turning and kissing her forehead over my shoulder.
“If we ever do this, we’re eloping. Like to Aruba or the Virgin Islands.”
“Deal,” I reply with a chuckle, turning around so she’s in my arms. “And for the record, we’ll be doing this someday.”
“Yeah?” she asks, a happy grin spreading across her beautiful face.
“Definitely. I know a good thing when I see it, and you are the best thing to happen to me,” I tell her, loving the way her belly presses into me.
“I am, aren’t I?”
A bark of laughter slips from my lips before I press them to hers in a chaste kiss. “You are,” I confirm. My hands immediately go to her stomach, where I’m rewarded with a hard kick from our son or daughter. “Best feeling ever.”
She rests her head against my shoulder. “It is. Until she kicks me in the bladder.”
“He,” I correct, just trying to get a rise out of her. Even though I’d be perfectly content either way, I have a strong feeling it’s going to be a boy. My gram confessed to me earlier this week she feels the same way, and she’s always had a sixth sense when it comes to these things.
“We’ll find out in April,” she sings, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Yes, we will. That’s when you’ll have to look at me, with love and adoration in your eyes, and say, ‘You were right, Logan. You’re always right.’”
