“I’ve had my dress picked out for years. Pinterest boards and everything.”
I giggle, trying to swat him away, but he won’t let me go. His kiss finds my lips again, and I melt into his arms.
I didn’t think I wanted a wedding and a big white dress. I thought I wanted to avoid all that and just stand on my own two feet. But with Kit, I realize it’s not the wedding I was afraid of—it was the loss of my sense of self. When we met, I was just beginning to recover from years of emotional abuse. I was broken and confused.
Now I know I’ll never lose myself with Kit, because he only makes me better. Stronger. More loving and less afraid.
I wrap my arms around my now-fiancé’s neck, letting a smile tug at my lips. “How many kids do you want?”
“Loads.” He grins, brushing his lips against mine. “At least six.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Two, max.”
“Three,” he counters.
A couple of years ago, this conversation would have struck fear in the depths of my heart. My mind would have spiraled, and I would have remembered the grief of my first loss. Now? It fills me with nothing but excitement.
I purse my lips, not quite wiping the smile away. “Let’s just start with the wedding, yeah?”
“Maybe we should have a practice round. I hear making babies is tough.” Kit hooks his arms around my legs and hauls me over his shoulder as I yelp, laughing. He carries me to the bedroom and throws me onto the bed, tearing his clothes off in a flash. I do the same, my heart thumping as I struggle to get undressed. I feel the bed shift while my shirt is stuck over my head, my arms pinned in an awkward position. Sexy and graceful, I am not.
Kit pulls the offending shirt off as I huff, my cheeks burning.
“I love you, Serena,” he says, tossing the shirt aside and laying a kiss on my lips. His face grows serious. “You know I was only kidding, right?”
“About what?”
“The kids. If it happens, it happens. If not, fine. I’m happy either way. Let’s not worry about it.”
My heart warms. Even after all these years, when I’ve recovered from my past and shed my fears of miscarriage, Kit still cares enough to reassure me. I pull him down on top of me, letting him slide down between my legs.
“I’m not worried about a thing,” I answer.
“I’m worried,” Kit says in a low voice.
“Oh yeah, about what?”
“About how I’ll make you come at least four times tonight,” Kit says with a grin, running his hand over my mound. He drags his fingers over my clit in that way he knows I love, and I know he won’t have a problem reaching that particular goal. I sigh, giving myself to him once more.
Happiness soaks into my spirit as I make love to my man. Afterward, tangled in his arms, I run my fingers along Kit’s jaw and let out a happy sigh.
I’m ready to marry this man. Ready to have his children. Ready to shed the last of my past self and look to the future together.
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Benji
The office door flies open so hard it bangs against the wall and starts to close again. Sawyer catches it as he barrels through, staring at me with wild eyes.
“She’s coming,” he pants.
I frown, leaning back in the desk chair. “Who?”
“Rae.”
Sawyer sucks a breath in through his teeth, pacing over and back across the tiny office. He shoves his hand through his hair and mutters to himself as redness rises up his neck.
I watch him, not sure what to do.
I’ve known Sawyer for just over a year. He moved to Woodvale and started working at the garage as a laborer. To be honest, he was useless. I was pretty sure he hadn’t held as much as a screwdriver in his life, but he had a good work ethic and an easy smile. He always showed up early and was the last to leave, and he didn’t mind doing the dirty work.
I liked him. Still do.
He’s always had a kind of staunch, unwavering idealism about him. He thinks hard work is the key to a good life.