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I wondered if that was anxiety about the change. I was about to tell her we could wait as long as she wanted—even though it would kill me—then I saw the excitement sparkling in her amber-colored eyes.
“As soon as you want. We can fly to Vegas tomorrow. Go visit your parents wherever they’re camping right now, then come back and start our lives together. We can take a honeymoon in a couple months when we get settled and can maybe leave Noa with my mom.”
“She can come with—”
“No, baby, she cannot,” I interrupted. “I want to have my wife all to myself without having to keep an ear out for our daughter. I want two weeks when I don’t have to share you. Our chances for that are going to be few and far between for the next decade or so, since I plan to give Noa siblings. If you’re okay with that.”
“I am.”
Which was good, because God knew she might actually be pregnant already. In bed was one place we’d had nothing between us, even condoms.
“So,” I continued with a raised brow. “What do you say. You, me, Noa? Morning flight to Vegas?”
“Everyone’s gonna think you knocked me up.” She grinned, clearly unbothered by that.
“If I’m lucky, I have.” I knelt up and started pulling at her clothes while she worked on mine. “Let’s get to work on that.”
“Luca…”
I loved how she said my name in that admonishing, exasperated tone.
“So yes?” I asked with an unrepentant grin.
“Yes. Always yes to you.”
Dropping forward to balance on my hands, I brushed my lips over hers. “God, I love you.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down over her. “I love you, too. And it’s not part of some crush. It’s a real grownup thing.”
“I know, stalker. This is so much more than a childhood thing. This is our grown up happily ever after.”
And I knew our love would just get stronger every day.
Epilogue
Em
Five years later
“I swear to God, Luca, if I’m pregnant again, I’m gonna…gonna…”
“Aw,” he kissed me on the top of the head. “Look at you with your cute baby brain already.”
I scowled at him. “We are not ready to have four kids!”
As it was, Noa and Wolf weren’t even fifteen months apart. Foster came two years later, and he’d just turned two. If I was pregnant, we’d have four kids under six years old.
Because we were blessed. And we were dumb about birth control, which was how Wolf had been conceived in one of the hotel rooms we’d shared during our first trip. Although in our defense, Foster had snuck through the barriers, and this one—if there was athis one—had seen an opportunity the night Luca and I had celebrated the huge acquisition his company had finalized two months ago. When we’d forgotten a condom. One time.
His arms wrapped around me while I stood tearily at the bathroom counter. “I just got those new bookkeeping accounts.”
“It’ll be okay. We’ll work it out. You don’t even have to work.”
“I like working.”
“Okay… Well, we’ll hire a nanny.”
“No! You sleep with nannies.”
