I want is you. What do I have to do to prove that?”
“You prove it every day, but I freaked out when you mentioned kids. The thought of disappointing you, or not being able to give you the family you want, hit me hard.”
“You’ve grossly misread me. There’s nothing in this world that will change the way I feel about you and the depth of my devotion. When you’re ready, we’ll try the old fashioned way. We’ll see specialists. I’ll pay for the best treatments money can buy. We’ll travel the world to meet with fertility doctors if it comes to it. But in the end, I’ll be happy with adopting as many children as you want. As long as we do it together.” He swipes the tears from my cheeks and kisses each one.
“These last few days have been pure hell. Don’t do this shit again.”
“I’m so sorry. It was weighing on my mind, and I was trying to find a way to approach the subject.”
“How about we approach it head on. When it comes to you, I’ll go to the ends of the earth to make you smile. Nothing’s going to tear us apart, especially not something like this. These are hypotheticals.”
“They are complete hypotheticals. I’ll talk to my doctor at my next appointment and see what they recommend. There are lots of tests we can run.”
A grin forms on his lips. “Are you saying you’re ready to start the baby making process right now?”
“No!” I swat at his chest.
His hips buck into my ass as he wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m game if you are.”
“No,” I repeat, shaking my head.
He flips us so I’m on my back, pinned underneath him. His eyes roam over my face, sending a flutter through me.
“I’ll say it again. Don’t hide this stuff. We are building a life here together, and there’s no room for fear or uncertainty. Trust me to take care of you.”
“The same goes for you.”
“That’s why nothing will tear us apart. Ever.”
Chapter 13
Shaw
I’m so focused up in my brilliant idea to move Bizzy into my place, I don’t even notice Gail’s not at her desk when I walk by. Instead, I breeze into my office, finishing my text conversation.
Me- I love you. Talk to your leasing office this morning or I’ll do it for you.
Bizzy- I’m not sure I said yes yet.
Me- It wasn’t a question.
Bizzy- You’re impossible. I’ll think about it.
Me- Start packing, or else I’ll hire someone to do it. I want you in as soon as possible. There is NO more waiting.
I chuckle at my clever use of words and spin my phone in my hand. Knowing her, she’s going to call in about thirty seconds full of sass. But for fuck’s sake, it’s been over six weeks since we returned from Tampa. I’ve been patient enough.
A strong lingering smell of perfume hits my nose, and I finally look up. My blood runs cold when my eyes land on Sasha Crane, sitting on my couch, looking at me with a nasty sneer.
“Well, isn’t someone chipper this morning?” Her voice grates on my nerves, and I fight to swallow the acid forming in my throat.
“What the fuck are you doing here? How’d you get in?”
She crosses her legs and sits back casually, taking in the office, avoiding my question.
“I asked, how the hell did you got into my office?”
Her eyes lock with mine, and my stomach turns. “You know what? I don’t give a shit! Get out. I want you gone.”
“I told you not to ignore me, Ren. I’ve been more than tolerant, but I’m done with that approach.”
“Surely you’re not this dense. Take the fucking hint. I don’t take your calls. I don’t accept your invitations. I don’t want anything to do with you.”
“Tsk, tsk… such harsh words from a man who holds no cards here. You’ll be changing your attitude very soon.”
“Not likely. Now, get out!”
Her face changes, the smug expression transforming into rage. “You son of a bitch, I’ve given you ample opportunity to come around on your own. I told you we would be good together. If you don’t change your tune really quick, I may rethink my generosity.”
My phone starts to ring, vibrating in my hand, and I see Bizzy’s smiling face on the screen. It infuriates me when I press the ignore button, knowing I need to get Sasha out of here and calm myself down before I talk to her.
“Go ahead and answer. I’ll wait,” Sasha dares me, seeing the