Page 26 of Always and Forever

I smile, glad his mood has changed. “That’s right, Mr. Owen, I will kick your ass. Now don’t make me ask you twice to kiss me.”

“Okay, baby,” he replies, shaking his head in defeat, a smirk on his tired face. “You win.” He slowly inches toward me, then grasps my face in his hands. The smirk is gone now, replaced by a look of sheer pain. “I love you so, so much,” he whispers hoarsely. “I thought I lost you, and our baby.”

I cover his shaking hands with mine. “Never, Quill, you’ll never lose me. And as for our baby, he’s doing fine.”

Smiling, he says, “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

I smile back at my handsome husband, my rock. “Just by being you,” is my answer, and with that he finally kisses me, so gently and softly it’s as if he’s remembering every part of me.

I pull back after a bit. “Have you seen him?”

He shakes his head. “No, baby, I wanted to see you first.”

“He’s perfect, Quill, so perfect. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to call him Jack—after my father.”

He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I think that’s perfect.”

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