Defiant Heir (The Heirs #3) - Michelle Heard Page 0,69
it. “Want to sit for a while?”
“Yeah.”
When we take a seat, I drape my left arm over Fallon’s shoulders and ask, “So two kids. A boy and girl?”
“That would be ideal, but it’s not like we can place an order.”
“Okay, if we’re lucky and we have a boy and a girl, what do you want to name them?”
Fallon crosses her legs and turns her body into me. She takes hold of my right hand and begins to follow the map of veins running up my forearm with her pointer finger. “For a boy, I like Asher, and for a girl…” she pauses to think about it, then says, “Emery.” She glances up at me. “What are your favorite names?”
“Hmm…” I think about it for a while, then answer, “I like Asher for a boy. But I really want to name my daughter, Summer.”
Fallon smiles at me. “After your aunt?”
“Yeah,” I murmur.
The tragedy which took her life is a dark secret only those closest to my family know about. My dad almost died when my grandfather shot his whole family before turning the gun on himself.
“Then we’ll name our daughter Summer,” Fallon says before pressing a kiss to my mouth.
“Our daughter,” I whisper as she pulls back. “I love the sound of that.”
“Let’s just wait a couple of years, though.” Fallon grins, then she teases me, “Your dad’s too young to be a grandfather.”
I let out a bark of laughter and hug her to my side.
Chapter 26
FALLON
When we get back to Trinity late Sunday afternoon, I feel like a new woman. The weekend away with Kao was a dream come true and what we needed to put the past month behind us. I feel secure in our love and relationship, and all the doubt I had after the accident has faded away.
After we’ve unpacked our weekend bags, Kao and I go sit in the living room. He picks up my legs and drapes them over his lap, and then he wraps his arms around me. I snuggle into his chest and let out a happy sigh. “The weekend was amazing. Thank you.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I feel his breaths stirring my hair. “I wish we could stay there, but responsibilities call.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “Dang those pesky responsibilities.”
Kao’s arms grip me tighter for a moment, and then he says, “I checked with Summer, and the decorating committee is meeting tomorrow morning at seven.” I glance up at him, still apprehensive about being active around campus with the scars. Kao gives me an encouraging smile. “I’ll go with you. Like I said, you can even put me to work.”
I know it’s important I resume doing the things I love, but…
“Just one meeting. If it doesn’t go well, I’ll stop pushing,” Kao tries again.
Not wanting to disappoint him, I nod. “Okay. One meeting.”
A smile stretches over his face. “Thank you.”
I lift my face and press a kiss to his lips.
“You’re back,” Jase says as he comes to plop down on one of the couches. “How was your trip?”
“So good,” I grin. “You should take Mila there. She’d love it.”
Jase’s gaze sharpens on us, and a pleased look settles on his face. “You both owe me a bottle of whiskey.”
Frowning, I ask, “Why?”
“For playing cupid to your stubborn assess.” He gets up and walking to the hallway, he says, “Glad to see you both happy.”
“Thanks, Jase,” I call after him.
Kao lets out a chuckle. “I’ll get him a thank you gift from us.”
I’m anxious as Kao walks with me to the office space I had converted for the decorating committee to meet and prepare for events.
Entering the administration building, my stomach tightens with knots. I’m scared one of the girls will see the scars. I don’t want someone’s horrified reaction ruining the little progress I’ve made, and it’s only two weeks until my surgery.
Kao tightens his hold on my hand, and leaning closer, he says, “I’m proud of you.”
I give him a nervous smile right before we walk into the room.
“Fallon!” Summer shrieks, and she rushes over to give me a hug. “I’m so glad you decided to come.” She pulls me away from Kao to a table where we do all our planning. “I was just about to cry. With you gone, some of the girls got out of control, and they wanted to take over. It was a mess.”
My gaze moves over the table, and I frown, “Silk hearts? Seriously? They’ll be all