you, all as soon as humanly possible. Yesterday if I could.”
“Babies?”
“At least one more, two if you want that.”
“Landry?” she whispers.
I hum as I watch her eyes fill with wetness. “I want babies with you. I want a whole life with you.”
“Then you’re going to get just that, honey, because that’s what I’m going to give you.”
Shifting my head to the side, I touch my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue inside of her, I consume her, not allowing her to ask any more questions or comment on anything else. Otherwise she’ll get a drunken proposal and I at least want her to know that I’m dead fucking serious about this and do it sober. Maybe over donuts and coffee. Definitely tomorrow.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
TENNESSEE
Holden tugs on my arm. I grunt, opening my eyes to look into his bright blue ones. He smiles sleepily and I match his turned up grin with one of my own. I start to sit up, then realize that both Landry and I are completely naked.
Pressing my lips together, I reach out and touch Holden’s nose. Then, I search my nightstand for the television remote control. Turning on the TV, I find a cartoon, and make sure the volume is low.
“Watch TV for a minute,” I whisper.
Once he’s distracted, I slip out of bed behind him and quickly tiptoe until I find Landry’s shirt from last night and slip that on. Then, I make my way to the closet and quickly put on some panties, shorts, and a tank top before I grab a thick long cardigan to cover myself up.
When I’m a little more decent, I walk back into the bedroom and see Holden in the exact spot I left him, mesmerized by the educational cartoon I found on PBS. Scooping him up in my arms, I turn the television off and slip out of the bedroom.
Carrying him downstairs, I wonder if Landry is even going to go to work today? As drunk as he was last night, I somehow doubt it.
As I make a quick scrambled egg, toast, and fruit breakfast for Holden, I can’t help but think about what Landry said last night.
A baby.
Our baby.
He wants marriage and a family with me. Then I can’t help but feel guilty. His children are older than me, does he really want to spend his retirement raising babies?
He’s worked his entire life at his company and has already raised his family, why would he want to do it all over again? And then I wonder, would he really? When it comes down to it, when we’re five years down the road, will he say it’s too much and leave?
“You’re thinking hard,” a voice huskily rumbles.
Lifting my head, I turn and look behind me to see Landry leaning against the kitchen counter. He’s shirtless, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches me. He doesn’t look hungover in the slightest, in fact, he looks delicious in every way and surprisingly well rested.
I blink at the sight of him, and he must realize that I’m completely in awe of him. “I was drunk, but I wasn’t hammered, honey.”
“You were swaying,” I point out.
He closes the distance between us, his hands slipping inside of my cardigan and his fingers grip my hips. Lowering his face, his lips touch mine. He smells like minty toothpaste and sex. Inhaling deeply, I moan against his mouth, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss.
“I was,” he whispers. “You sobered me up, though.”
“Landry,” I hiss.
He chuckles, touching his lips against mine in a quick kiss before he takes a step back. My eyes travel down his shirtless body and I grin at the sight of him in athletic shorts. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in them before and it’s hot.
Usually when he works out, he takes his clothes to the gym, then comes home to pick me up and we go to work together. Typically, I’m fast asleep when he gets up and heads out of the door.
Reaching between us, I run the tip of my finger beneath the waist of his shorts and glide it along his taut stomach. I watch the movement, licking my bottom lip and sinking my teeth into my flesh as his stomach clenches from my touch.
“Tennessee,” he warns.
Lifting my eyes, I look up at him as innocently as I possibly can. His lips curve up into a grin. He reaches for my face, his palm cupping my cheek as he watches me. Neither of us speaks for