The Sweetest Gift - Scarlett Cole Page 0,42
as slender as she always did. From the side, it looked as though there was a bowling ball tucked up her T-shirt.
“Where’s Travis?” she asked, swaying to the music. Given she was wearing the new pair of Jimmy Choo’s he’d given her that morning, her ass was brushing his dick in a way that might get him, and her, into a lot of trouble.
“Passed out on Mom. He tried to keep up with Petal for as long as he could and then he just needed to sleep.”
“Perfect. They look happy, don’t they?” She tipped her head in the direction of her brother and Lia, dancing with Petal on the dance floor.
“Yeah. Not as happy as me and you, though.” He pressed a kiss to her neck. As always, she tilted to give him access. If she were ever mad at him, all he had to do was kiss her right at the sweet spot behind her ear and she’d forget what she was mad about in a heartbeat.
Harper laughed. “I certainly have no regrets in my choice of tattoo artist.”
Trent turned her to face him. Those green eyes of hers were filled with joy. “I hope you have no regrets about any of it.”
“None. Not a single one.” She placed her hands around his neck, and he placed his hands on her hips, drawing her as close as her bump would allow. “What about you?”
“Well, there was this one time in Vegas with Cujo when I was twenty-four—”
“Stop,” Harper said, laughing. “I don’t want to know where that leads. You know what I mean. About us. About Travis. About having more kids. The life we have.”
Her skin was soft beneath his palm as he brushed his thumb along her cheek gently. “I wake up each morning and say a fucking prayer of gratitude that my life turned out this way. I reach for you and feel your naked body next to mine, and I know the world’s still okay, despite the chaos that seems to constantly be happening in the world around us. And as for Travis. The way he smiles at me when I go get him out of bed in the morning makes me feel a million feet tall. And do I grieve a little that he won’t get to experience this life that we have in the same way we have it? Sure. But it’s my job to ensure he experiences the fuck out of the life he has. It’s a gift I get to be his dad.”
“Trent,” Harper whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “And now I’m crying. Again. Hormones.”
“If it helps you out, I was also about to say it’s a gift I get to bang his mom.”
Harper sniffled as she laughed. “You’re an ass.”
“So I’ve been told, Mrs. Andrews. So I’ve been told.”
The DJ changed the dance song to a slower one and Trent put his arm around her and swayed to the music. “What do you say, once we’ve got Travis settled, I show you just how much I like making out with my son’s mom?”
Harper kissed him softly. “I think I’d like that very much.”
They danced in silence for a few moments.
“Do you ever think about how many people are here because of you?” she asked.
“You mean the wedding?”
“No. Like their connections to you is the thing that links so many people. Everything that happened to me happened for a reason to bring me here. To you. You met Cujo in kindergarten. And then you and Cujo were able to save Pix when she needed you. And the tattoo studio meant you got to meet Lia. And then there was the show, that brought Dred to Pix. And with Dred came Jordan and everyone else. And because I came to you, Reid ended up here with Lia. You’re like a regular Mufasa.”
Trent laughed to quash the emotions rising in his throat. “I think you and Travis have watched too much Lion King.”
“You know how much he likes the songs. But don’t deflect. You’re the head of this pride.”
“I think I’d rather be Simba.”
She slapped his chest lightly with her palm. “Take the compliment, oh husband of mine. You’re the glue. And being the glue guy is a wondrous thing. It’s because you are a good man. I married a good man.”
His heart filled up from everything Harper was saying. Sure, he’d won awards for his tattoo designs. And Inked had won an Emmy two years earlier. A fucking Emmy for him and