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“What are your intentions?” the king demanded in a somehow intimidating whisper.
“I’m going to marry your daughter, with or without your blessing, if she’ll have me. She loves you and it will hurt her if you don’t approve. So I need you to tell me what the fuck I need to do to get you to accept me.”
For Travis to realize the importance of needing her family’s approval brought a swell of emotion to her heart. Janel held her breath to hear what her father’s answer would be. It wouldn’t matter truly, though. She belonged—heart, body, and soul—to the man beside her, no matter the reply.
“Love my daughter and treat her like the princess she is, and we won’t have a problem.”
Dozer didn’t hesitate, “Done.”
Janel waited until she heard the door close before sitting up and raising her own SuMatra brow, but wearing a grin on her face. “Will you never learn? Once again you are making my decisions for me. I would like to be asked, you know.”
She couldn’t make out the expression on his face, but she remembered the way his green eyes sparkled with gold flecks around the edges and the way his handsome lips tilted just so when he grinned. “Oh, you will be asked, my love, because our forever starts with one little word.”
She leaned over until her lips were only a few centimeters away and whispered that word, “Yes.”
One year later
Janel looked down into the precious face of her son. She rubbed her thumb over his cheek and smiled into his SuMartra blue eyes as Rowan looked up as if to say why aren’t you feeding me already? He gurgled his displeasure and she chuckled.
“Okay, little one. Dinner is on the way. You are just as impatient as your father.”
That wasn’t the only thing Rowan got from Dozer. Were it not for his eyes, she would have wondered if the babe she’d carried for nine long months was actually hers.
She adjusted her blouse and the little vacuum latched on with a vengeance. She winced and waited for the pain to ease. It took only a moment for her milk to let down and her son’s blissful slurping to take over.
Breastfeeding wasn’t as easy as she’d thought it would be, but they were getting the hang of it now and she wouldn’t trade the bonding time with her baby for anything. Even the middle of the night feedings had turned into the times she loved best.
When Rowan cried out in the night, Travis would go change his diaper and bring him back to bed where he’d lie beside her and watch as she fed their son. Just the three of them.
She always sent up a silent prayer of thanks to the universe for giving her much of her eyesight back so she could enjoy the look of love on her husband’s face as he watched over them. She would never have perfect vision again, but she could see almost normally with corrective lenses.
She sighed, remembering the day she came home with glasses. Travis had found them sexy and he’d proven that with a record total of five orgasms. In fact, Rowan’s name should have been Horn-Rimmed Justice instead of Rowan Kia Oliver SuMartra Justice. What a mouthful for a little guy. She’d simply had his name, Rowan, painted into a mural on the wall of his nursery in their new home.
Her father had gifted them a home for their wedding present. Dozer had been against such an elaborate gift, but her dad used the security and safety argument and Dozer had relented. She loved their new home. It reminded her of an English cottage, but bigger. Six bedrooms and a chef’s kitchen bigger, which she enjoyed cooking in.
She looked up when the bedroom door opened and smiled when Dozer walked in. “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. Give me five to shower and I’ll be ready to go.”
She didn’t think she’d ever stop having palpitations at seeing her handsome husband. “Take your time. Rowan decided he wanted a second dinner before we leave.”
Even though he was running behind, Travis took the time to kneel and kiss first her, and then their son on the top of his head. Rowan’s fingers grabbed on to his father’s finger. “Have you been a good boy for mommy?” he asked and Rowan’s eyes locked onto his dad.
“He has been. We took a stroll through the gardens today and he especially liked seeing birds flying overhead. How was work?”
Soon after they were married, her father had invited Travis to join the secret security team headed by her sister Shayla and her husband. Janel had no idea what they secured or how, but she knew it was dangerous and required a lot of travel.
When Travis had spoken with her about joining the team, she’d had mixed feelings, but he needed to find his place in her overbearing family. He seemed to really love the work and thankfully hadn’t been called on for long trips.
He leaned over and took her mouth again. “It was good. I missed you and Row.”
Janel knew he couldn’t share the particulars and she’d made her peace with that.
“Hey, I got a phone call from Austin today. How do you feel about a trip back to the States?”
She read between the lines and worry creased her forehead. Travis immediately saw her concern. “No, baby. Nothing like that. In fact, Austin didn’t ask me to come. This is more for my enjoyment.”
Travis stood to pull his black tactical shirt over his head. Janel tried to focus on what he was saying instead of groping him with her eyes.
“It seems Austin may have gotten himself into a pickle. A baby showed up at the compound with a note saying he was the father.”
