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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

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“Are we going to take my car or yours?” I ask Dakota when I step into my garage and look at my pickup truck and my car.

“We can take mine,” she says. “Are you sure about this?” The nervousness in her voice is apparent.

“I’m more than sure about this.” I walk over to the pickup truck and start it. “It’s family skate day, and I want you and the girls there with me.” Today is the family skate day, and we’ve decided she’s going to come with me as my plus-one. Not as Koda and the kids, but as Christopher’s. She’s been nervous for the past couple of days since we decided to actually do it. Sort of let people know we are together but not flaunt it in their faces.

“I know,” she starts softly, “it’s just that?—”

“Baby,” I reply softly, “it’s going to be fine.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that.” She laughs.

“You going to be by my side?” I ask.

“Absolutely.”

“You going to let me stay after the kids go to bed so we can make out on your couch?”

“Ummm, duh.” Her answer makes me laugh.

“Then we will be fine.” I hear her inhale. “Baby, it’s going to be fine. It’s you and me.”

“Yeah,” she says, not sounding convincing.

“I’ll be there soon.” I disconnect before I tell her I love her on the fucking phone. It’s been over a week since she’s moved into her place. Over a week since I’ve fucked her on her bedroom floor. On her couch. In the bathroom downstairs, in her mudroom before I left for the night. Basically, we’ve had sex everywhere but an actual bed. I’ve also been at her house for dinner every night if I’m not at work.

I pull up to her house, parking beside her SUV and making my way over to the front door. She opens it right away, and I can’t help but plaster a smile on my face. It’s infectious when I’m around her. “Hey, baby.” I look at her from top to bottom and see she’s wearing a pair of tights that look like they are leather with a white shirt with a team hoodie on.

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me. “I missed you.” I kiss her lips softly and then hear the sound of the girls coming toward us. I loosen my arm around her waist but still keep her to me when the girls come in. We’ve started to show a little bit more affection in front of them. I always kiss her on the cheek when I arrive and they are there, and I hug her more so it’s not going to be a shocker when we announce that we are together. When that will be, I have no idea. I’m not pushing it onto them. If they figure it out before we tell them, that would be great.

“I have something to tell you,” Koda says quickly but doesn’t get a chance to finish talking before the girls come into the room.

“Hey, you two,” I say to them, seeing them wearing almost the same tights as Koda, but they are wearing their jerseys.

“Uncle Chrissy,” Luna chirps, jumping at me, making me drop away from her mom and catch her. “I’m wearing your jersey,” she announces to me, trying to pull the back to the front.

“What?” I ask, then look over at Rain, then to Koda.

“The girls wanted to wear your jersey for the family skate,” Koda explains quickly as I stand here tongue-tied, not really sure what to say.

“Look at mine,” Rain says, turning around, “it says Stone.”

“I see that.” My throat closes from the lump that is growing bigger and bigger. “Um.” I kiss Luna on the cheek, putting her down and then squatting in front of them. “That’s a really big honor,” I say, clearing my throat, “it’s very special.” I look up at Koda, who just smiles at me. “Are we ready to go?”

“I’m ready,” they both say, turning to grab their jackets.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Koda asks from beside me, slipping her hand into mine.

“No.” I shake my head and look down before my voice cracks. “That was—” I try to clear the frog in my throat. “It’s?—"

“Yeah, it is.” She puts one of her hands on my chest. “It’s all of that.”

“I’m going to go load the kids,” I tell her, leaning forward and kissing her cheek, but also the corner of her lips.

“I’ll be right out,” she says, turning to grab her leather jacket.

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