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She smiles. “I want to have a baby with you.”
“You got the test?”
She shakes her head. “Having a baby increases the odds that I’ll get cancer, but so does half the stuff we put in our bodies. I won’t let that dictate how we live our lives…” She bites her lip. “For too long, outside forces controlled every move I made. I want to try for a baby. I want to choose you. I want to choose joy and trust that you and I will figure out how to deal with whatever life throws at us.Together.No matter what. And if I get cancer, I’ll fight.”
Frozen, I stand in awe of the strongest woman I’ve ever met.
She holds her breath like she’s waiting to see how I’ll respond. All I can do is let the smile that pushes at my lips take over. It’s the smile I’ve always saved for her. The real me. The man I becamebecauseof her.
“So what do you say, husband?”
I pull her against my chest and hold tight to the only woman I’ve ever loved. Ducking and bringing my lips to her ear, I rasp, “You’re a dream come true, Kitten. Our life is a dream fucking come true.”
“Swoony,” she murmurs.
“And tonight, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget both our last names.”
She laughs. “Surprisingly, that didn’t ruin the swoon. You’ve gotten better at this.”
My hair falls over my eyes as I smile down at her. “Only for you.”
“Head over heels,” she whispers as I press my lips to her forehead.
Trailing lower, I pepper her face with kisses and cradle her cheeks. “Completely. Irrevocably. Head over fucking heels in love with you,wife.”
THE END
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DIE FIRST BY NESSA BARRETT
Epilogue
Many Years Later
Jay
“There’s no fucking way my daughter is marrying a McCabe,” I grumble as my wife tries to push me out our bedroom door.
“Shh, she’ll hear you,” Cat scolds. Her glare still heats me up in a way only she ever has.
I press her against the door, caging her in, and push my pelvis against her. “Let’s just stay here. I don’t want to do a meet the family dinner. I can make it worth your while.”
Cat bites her lip to hide her smile. “Our only daughter is getting married. Keep it in your pants for once.”
“Ha,” I bark. “As if I’m the only dirty one here.”
Her lashes flutter closed as she places her soft hands against my wildly beating heart. At forty-eight, my wife still takes my breath away. She’s only gotten more stunning as her confidence has grown through the years.
We still play. Together and sometimes with others. But my favorite moments are when it’s just the two of us, here, in our own little world. She’s all I’ve ever needed—all I’ve ever craved—and the smile on her face tells me she knows it.
Some couples spend their lives side by side yet living separate lives. Their friends interest them; strangers entertain them. I want nothing to do with them.
My wife is the most interesting person in the world to me. Her thoughts. Her expressions. Fuck, I could watch her for hours and never get enough. We don’t live a life beside one another. We live a lifewithone another. She’s my life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
One year after our marriage in Paris, Catherine gave birth to our first son. Two years later, we welcomed our second. A year after that, my wife was diagnosed with cancer.
Because of her annual check-ups, we caught the cancer early, and as my wife always does, she used her experience to highlight the importance of annual screenings in an article she wrote forJolie. She also started an editorial column online where she wrote about the treatments weekly.
