Page 159 of Daddy By Design

She leaned down to kiss me. “You really going to wife me up?”

“Meet me at the courthouse when it opens.”

“Oh, no. You are going to have to deal with a whole wedding with my crazy-ass parents.”

“Crazy?”

“My mom is a lot. Sorry in advance.”

“I don’t care. Just as long as it’s you, me, and the Bean.” I rolled her into the bed with me.

“Nolan!”

“Shh, just let’s stay here for a minute, okay?”

She sighed and rested her head on my chest. “Don’t forget Gizmo.”

“How could I ever forget Gizmo?” I stroked my hand down her hair.

“Am I hurting you?”

My back was on fire, but I wouldn’t move her for the world. “Nope. You’re right where you belong.”

“Just for a few minutes,” she said with a yawn.

“A few minutes.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Sounded perfect to me for a start.

Then we could work on forever.

EPILOGUE

DAHLIA

I used the toe of my sneaker to push the hammock swing my husband had put on our sandy beach for me. I have no idea how he and Archer got this thing all the way down here, but I would miss it dearly when we had to pack it up for the winter months.

Already, the air off the water held a hint of a bite as September sped by.

I tipped my face up to the sun as I smoothed my hand over the baby bump that was rapidly growing. Work on the house was coming along and we were learning to live in the chaos of a remodel. I had far more empathy for my clients now that I was in the thick of one myself.

We could actually live inside the mansion now that the plumbing had been sorted, though we still snuck out to the Airstream for sleepovers sometimes.

At least when Archer was out of town since he’d pretty much taken it over once we finished the primary bedroom.

My pocket buzzed and I pulled out my phone.

Husband:

Where are you?

Guess.

Husband:

Swing time for baby. I have something I want you to see.

What did you do this time?

Husband:

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