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He stares at me for long seconds, his mind working overtime, and I watch with amusement. This is way more fun than I thought it was going to be. “It wasn’t due to be changed for another year.”
“I know.”
“Then why would you…” He trails off, and then a smile so bright I swear it almost blinds me takes over his handsome face.
“I want to try for a baby,” I say quietly. I haven’t felt nervous or anxious about this decision at all since I made it last week, but right now, I feel vulnerable. What if I’ve misread Ace? What if that’s not what he wants?
Before I can take my next breath, he scoops me up and starts toward the stairs.
“Where are we going?”
“To start trying for a baby.”
I laugh, tears filling my eyes. “It’ll take a couple of months for my body to right itself from the implant.”
“That doesn’t mean we can’t practice.” He winks.
“What about dinner?”
“Fuck dinner.” He turns back only for long enough to turn the stove off, and then we’re on our way back up the stairs.
By the time we reach the master bedroom, I’m desperate for him, like I am most days, and his eyes roam over my body hungrily.
He prowls up the bed until he’s hovering over me, his hardness pressing into my lower belly. “I can’t wait to see you carry my babies, sugar.”
“Babies? I said baby,” I point out, trying to keep the smile from my face.
“We’ll see about that.” He chuckles darkly.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and tug him down until his lips are just an inch from mine. “I love you, Ace. Thank you for making all my dreams come true.”
“I promised I would spend my whole life making you happy, sugar, and I meant it.” His lips crash down on mine, and I lose myself in his kisses, desperate for him to make good on his promise, but he pulls back abruptly. “We have to move.”
“What? Why?”
“This place is a death trap for a baby.”
The laugh that tumbles from my throat is light and free of the weight of the world I used to carry on my shoulders. There was a time I thought I’d never laugh again, when my life was so dark, so miserable that I wished for death, and more than anything, I wish I could tell that version of myself just how good life can be.
I wish I could tell her that if she just holds on a little while longer, every single one of her dreams will come true. That she’ll feel love and warmth, that she’ll finally belong somewhere.
But seeing as I can’t go back and tell her all of that, instead, I thank her for being brave enough to fight.
