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And for me to plan the wedding of our dreams.
We’d gotten married in Whistler because, well, memories. Both good and bad, but mostly… magical.
And every member of our family had been here, to support us.
It was beautiful to see Shane getting closer to his family over time. It wasn’t always a smooth ride, but he and Brandon had really bonded. He spent time with his Dad and all of his brothers pretty regularly.
I was closer to my family than ever, too.
Every other weekend, it seemed we were attending some formal family brunch or dinner with the whole Vola-Ellis clan.
And everyotherweekend, it seemed we were heading out of town on some adventure, hitting the road to drive in one direction or another. Up or down the coast to one of the ferries to head over to an island, or down to Washington state. Or up into the mountains. Or east, into the interior. My man loved to drive. He had several cars, and he now had a Harley Road Glide so we could go cruising in comfort, long distance, with his biker friends.
Shane still didn’t watch many hockey games, but he went to some of Darcy’s.
Sometimes, when Danica was on tour with her men and they were playing Cali, Shane and I would fly or drive down for a concert, and then we’d just disappear in San Diego for a while. We’d visit my friends there. And sometimes, Shane would rent a motorcycle and take me for a ride, along the beaches or out into the desert.
Other times we'd just walk on the beach. He kept giving me seashells; I had a whole collection of them now. Some of them, like that very first one, Danica had made into jewelry for me.
I’d given him back his D ring as soon as he gave me my engagement ring, and he wore it every day. When anyone asked him what the D was for, he’d just look at me with that glimmer in his eyes and tell them it was a secret.
As I lay against him now, listening to his heart beat under my ear, I whispered, “I want to have your babies.”
It just came out.
But I felt it, so deep.
To be mother to his children… it would be the ultimate act of love. For a guy who never quite felt he belonged in the family he got, I knew it was the most loving thing I could ever do for him, to give him a family.
One that would never abandon him.
One that would be his own, related to him by blood.
Maybe it was a given, in a way, since we’d just gotten married, but I’d never exactly told him that before. We’d talked about having a family, casually, as a sort of vague future concept. Neither of us seemed to be in any rush about it.
But his arms tightened around me now. I heard the emotion in his voice when he said, softly, “I want that more than anything, Jolie.”
“Really?” I whispered.
“Really. I was abandoned by my parents. Your dad abandoned you, too, really. I want us to have our own family, and do it right. Which means… forever.”
My thoughts, exactly.
“I love you,” I breathed.
“And I am spoiling the shit out of our kids,” he said.
“Was that a warning?”
“It was a promise.”
“Great. Just what I need. A bunch of spoiled brat little Shanes running around.”
“And how do you know they won’t be spoiled little Jolies?” he inquired, his tone telling me I was being a brat right now.
Oh, God. If we had girls, he was gonna spoil them for sure. I could see it now. They’d be little nightmares.
“We’ll discuss that,” I said.
