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“I’ll bet it’s upstairs,” I say, noting a lovely winding staircase leading to the upper floor. Trust a construction professional to appreciate fine craftsmanship and design when he sees it. “Let’s check it out.” I take her by the hand and climb the curving staircase as Logan enters the house with an armload of boxes.
Rose runs into all of the four bedrooms, shouting “this one’s mine” in each one. I laugh and follow behind, enjoying our exploration of the second floor. There are two good-sized bedrooms on one side of the landing, and both a large master suite and a fourth, smaller, bedroom on the other. I gaze out the window of the master bedroom, taking in the equally fantastic views from this side of the house. They’re both going to love it here. I love it already and plan to visit on as many weekends as I can.
I wander into the separate bathroom, envious of the beautiful marble tile and the luxurious Jacuzzi bath. I’m not showing yet, but I’m sure I could use some soothing, fragrant soaks in that tub when I’m big as a whale in my eighth month. I’m also jealous of the huge walk-in closet in the suite. I’ve lived in the same house with my parents for as long as I can remember, and though Dad could afford bigger, he was never into the material trappings of success. Family was foremost, and we loved the modest home we had. None of the closets were even a quarter of the size of this one!
As I admire the space, Logan walks in with a few boxes of clothes and sets them on the floor. I can hear Rose singing a nursery rhyme in the small bedroom next door.
“I think she’s found her favorite room,” I say.
“We’ll see about that,” Logan says, spreading his arms wide. “What do you think? You like it?”
“I love it, Logan. It’s beautiful, it’s perfect.”
He smiles with pride and nods. “I think so, too.”
“Just one problem,” I say with a sigh.
“What’s that?” he says, looking crestfallen. “I thought you said it was perfect.”
“That closet.” I point at it casually. “It’s way too big. How’s a single dad who wears coveralls to work every day going to fill up a closet that size? It’s like a damn bank vault,” I tease.
Logan’s lips rise into a thoughtful pout, and they look so adorable I want to kiss them right here, right now. Who am I kidding? I want to kiss those lips for the rest of my life. I feel a joyful flutter in my core as if my baby knows it, too. He casts a critical, builder’s eye over the open, empty expanse of storage.
“Mmm, I don’t think so. We’re going to need that space.”
“What for?” I chuckle. “Don’t tell me you’re going to store your tools in there, too?”
“Well, now that you bring it up,” he says, digging into his jean pocket as if looking for a screwdriver. Instead, he pulls out a shiny key and holds it out in his palm for me to see. “Here’s a tool you’ll need.”
I stare at the polished piece of metal in his big, callused builder’s hand and I can feel my heart thudding in my chest. With so much going on, and me still in school, we haven’t really discussed any plans for the immediate future, but with this gesture, I know that he’s offering me much more than a key.
I look up to his face, that rugged, handsome face with the sexy smile that I’ve come to love, along with the rest of his kind soul and luscious, hard body that I’ve missed, and my doubts blow away like the tumbleweeds in the desert that surrounds us.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “I know we didn’t plan on getting pregnant. I’ve never asked for you to take responsibility or expect that you’d…”
“Shh,” he quiets me. “Quinn, honey. You don’t have to ask anything. I want this, I want you. I’ve had too many of the people I love leave me… I couldn’t bear it if I let you leave, too, because I’d be losing two people at the same time. You… and our baby. I can’t let that happen. Please. I love you, Quinn. Move in with us. Make us a family.”
I can barely speak. My throat seems to have swollen shut and my eyes are clouded with tears of joy that I can’t hold back. Somehow, I manage to get the words out as I leap into Logan’s open arms and hold him so tight I can hardly breathe. “Yes, yes. Absolutely yes.”
Our lips meet in a kiss so deep and passionate and filled with promise that it feels like our first, and I know it won’t be our last.
“Eeeewww,” Rose squeals. We both turn our heads to see her standing in the doorway, a mixture of delight and distaste on her face. “You’re kissing!”
“You bet we are, sweetheart. Quinn’s going to stay with us… forever. Would you like that?” Logan asks.
Her smile lights the room like a brilliant sunrise. “Yay!” she yells, and rockets across the floor toward us, wrapping her little arms around our legs. “But I get the little room,” she adds, pointing next door.
Logan laughs and shakes his head. “That’s okay, Quinn won’t be sleeping in that room. But I’m afraid you can’t have it either, Rosebud.” Rose looks up, her lip trembling in disappointment.
“Why not, Daddy?”
“Because your new baby brother or sister is going to live there very soon. What do you think about that?”
She looks curiously back and forth between Logan and me, considering the question. “I like it,” she announces with another grand smile. “We’ll have to get two ponies, then!”
“I thought you wanted puppies now,” I say, my tears turning to laughter.
“Puppies are nice,” she states. “But ponies are better.” She looks up at Logan. “Is Kin going to be my new brother’s or sister’s mommy?”
