He laughed. “Bigger than this clan?”
“Not quite that big. Maybe three or four.”
Time stood still as we kissed long and deep.
After we ended the kiss, Austin said, “That’s doable. I should warn you, though, twins run in the family.”
“I’d be okay with twins.” I’d gotten lots of practice babysitting Richard and Rose. I didn’t need the money anymore, but I loved my time with them. “Are they always boy/girl twins?”
“No, my dad’s brothers were identical boys.” He closed his eyes and hummed. “I don’t think we’ve ever had two girl twins. We could ask Mary; she might know.”
“I’ll be related to Mary.” I couldn’t help the smile that formed, knowing the woman who’d stepped up to be the mom I needed after my ordeal would officially be my aunt.
“You will, though she already considers you family, so nothing will change.” His smile was just for me. “Except for your last name.”
“I think I want your last name to be the last one I ever have.”
He laughed and kissed my temple before saying, “Me too.”
“Nina Winchester,” I said, trying it out. “I like how it sounds.”
“So do I.”
My life had started out as a tragedy. Then it turned into an action movie.
Now it’s a romance novel.
As if proving my point, Austin kissed me senseless while his big, loud, lovable family provided the background noise to our happily ever after.
