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“Would joining the mile-high club put you in a better mood?” Finn whispers in my ear as we board the plane.

I burst out laughing, and the other passengers stare at me in annoyance.

“Don’t offer something you can’t deliver.”

He smacks my ass as I slide into our row of seats.

“Would this be a good time to have the future talk?” he asks once we’re in the sky.

“Seriously? You want to have this conversation right now?” I smirk.

It’s not like we haven’t discussed what we eventually want, but we’ve only been together for six months, so it’s not a subject I’ve rushed to bring up.

He shrugs unapologetically. “I’m not getting any younger, babe.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re thirty-five. Plenty of male actors have had kids in their fifties. Some in their sixties!”

Finn pops a brow. “I’m not an actor nor do I plan to hire nannies to raise my kids. But I might have to if we’re starting a family when I’m that old.”

Chuckling, I lean into him and wait for his mouth to meet me halfway. “You’re too easy.”

He presses his lips to mine. “I saw how you were with Bluebell and figured you’d have baby fever by the time we landed in Vermont. So figured I’d ask so I could prepare.”

“Prepare?”

“Yeah, like wearing loose boxers and buying baby stuff.”

“Wait. Areyouhaving baby fever?” My mouth falls open.

The corner of his lips curve up. “I warned you that I was ready to settle down. But I’m waiting, don’t worry. I’m contentwith you in my bed every night…for now. Eventually, I want us to discuss other future things, too. Maybe build a bigger house so we have room for a nursery. And a place for you to paint without leaving. I know inspiration calls at all hours of the day.”

“Okay, fair enough. How about I tell you when I’m at that stage, and then you can decide when it’s time to…do all that stuff.” I wave my hand in the air.

“All that stuff, as in…marriage and babies?”

My heart flutters because it sounds sexy when he says it. “Yeah, you know, grown-up stuff.”

He chuckles, pulling me closer and kissing my forehead. “Oh, Sunshine. You sure do keep me young.”

I snicker, leaning into him. “That’s my job, Country Boy.”

Though I may not be ready to walk down the aisle tomorrow, I know without a doubt that Finn’s the man I’m going to marry, and I honestly can’t wait to have his babies.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

FINN

FOUR MONTHS LATER

I walkthrough the front door of the cottage and smell something burning.

“Oakley?” I shout, quickly removing my dirty work boots and then walking toward the kitchen. “Is there a reason the oven’s on?”

Noticing the red light indicating the surface is hot, I grab an oven mitt and look inside. It smells like burnt meat and cheese.

For the past few months, she’s been trying to teach herself how to cook. Watching videos online, reading cookbooks, and looking up recipes. She says it’s a good distraction when she’s creatively blocked with painting and uses it as another outlet.

But as much as I love the thought of coming home to a hot meal, I’ve had to use the fire extinguisher twice already. After the day I’ve had, I’d love not to have to use it again.

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