Page 22 of Winning the Dad

I carried the last box inside, Sawyer on my heels, who closed the door behind us. “Home sweet home,” he said.

I put the box down in what was now Sawyer’s home office—formerly Romero’s bedroom. It seemed fitting, considering the changes in our lives. My son was now a married man. Living his own life…and it was time to focus on me, on us.

Sawyer stepped in for a hug. He was affectionate, probably because he needed that touch as much as he loved to communicate his love through it. His insecurity had all but disappeared, but every now and then, it reared its ugly head.

I held him tightly. “I love you, baby.”

He exhaled, his body relaxing. “I love you too.”

I leaned back. “Ready for our future together?”

“More than ready.”

That was good to hear because I had another Vegas trip in mind. One where I would take Sawyer’s last name and make it official.

I guess I liked Vegas after all.

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