the words first. My chest swells in victory. “And what do you see in this future?”
“You.”
“And?” I ask and kiss her cheeks because that’s the best freaking thing I’ve heard in years and anything else she says it’s icing on the cake as far as I’m concerned.
She sighs, hesitant to share. “Summers at the lake, winters in Santa Monica....” she raises an eyebrow proceeding cautiously. “A wedding?”
“A wedding?” Hell yes, I want a wedding with her! It’s the first time it’s been brought up by either of us, mostly because I haven’t wanted to scare her too much. I didn’t know if she’d be ready but the mere mention of the word has me wanting to rush to the courthouse and get a license. I’ll marry this girl right this damn minute if she wants. I chuckle at the thought and I watch as her hesitancy is replaced with some confidence. And then I see it – that damn sparkle in her eyes – hell yes, I want this woman. I love it when her eyes light up like the bright blue sky, and I know all the guys in the band would give me shit for even thinking like this, but they don’t get it. Except for maybe Garrett who still stares at Chloe like a little puppy dog whenever she walks into a room.
“You said you wanted forever, it just made me think.” Her voice trails off again but I don’t want her to stop now. I want to give her everything she fucking wants.
“What does it look like?” She smiles broadly and rests her forehead against my chest with a small sigh. My groin twitches and I adjust her against my body so she has time to finish this.
“Small. I’ve already done the big church wedding. Probably just our parents, your sister, the band and Mia.”
Best idea I’ve ever heard. I can picture her on the beach outside my house right now with everyone. I must be turning into the biggest pussy in the world. I look down at her intently and roll back on top of her. I need her. But I know she’s not done either.
“What else do you dream about?”
“Nothing,” she chokes out and her neck turns purple. She’s the worst liar in the world and I love it.
“You’re a terrible liar. Tell me more,” I say playfully and lean down and bite her neck. She wiggles and I know it tickles, but she spreads her legs a little bit and I sink down in between then. It’s my favorite place in the entire world.
“A boy.” It’s barely a whisper. Had I been any further away, I probably wouldn’t have heard her, but she continues and I feel like my head is going to explode. “With your blond hair and green eyes.”
I exhale a deep breath and roll onto my back. She’s serious about this and the thought of her even wanting to have another kid isn’t something I thought she’d be up for. I know how much it hurts her to think of Andrew, and all the things he’ll never get to do. But this? Holy hell, it’s better than I could have ever imagined with her.
“A boy,” I whisper, “you see us married? And with a kid?” I ask just because I need to make sure I heard her right. But damn it if it’s not the best thing I’ve ever heard. I’m ready to get started making that baby right now. Or practicing.
“I didn’t mean to freak you out. You asked what I was thinking about….” her voice trails off unsure of how to proceed and I know she thinks I’m scared. She couldn’t be more wrong.
“Wow…I just never thought.” She shifts nervously next to me, and I want to make sure she knows I’m not scared about this. I roll onto my side and cup her cheek with one hand. I rub her soft skin softly and play with her hair. She’s so damn smooth and soft like silk. She’s perfect. “That’s even better than what I dream about.”
She sighs in relief and then smiles when she asks, “And what’s that?”
“Vacations on tropical islands so I can see you in nothing except teeny tiny bikinis. You in my bed on the tour bus. Waking up every morning with you next to me…”
“So – sex. That’s what you dream about.”
I can’t help the smile that flashes across my face.
“I’m a guy,” I say teasingly and then sound more serious. “Is that