Page 84 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

We go to the diner underneath the El, the one we used to go to with Rowan and Oliver in the middle of long workdays where we’d sit side by side in the booth, picking food off each other’s plates.

We might be here alone, but we still sit side by side in the booth.

Brenda, our usual server, is over the moon to see me. “I thought we’d lost you!” She gives me a big hug. “The usual?”

Trevor places his hand on my shoulder. “The usual.”

“Coming right up.”

Trevor extends his arm along the back of the booth, allowing me a place to rest on his chest and look out the window. Like no time has passed.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the series of photos.

“It still doesn’t feel real.” He lets the folded photos cascade down.

I take his hand resting behind me and move it down to my stomach.

Our hands lock together, and we give each other a loving, longing look.

“What’s next?”

Trevor looks between the photos and me. His eyes are glistening with unshed tears. “You’re coming home, Iris. You’re coming home to me.”

I touch his cheek, pull him into a soft kiss. “Forever. I promise.”

“I will be wherever you are. You just have to tell me.”

“No more secrets.”

“None. Ever.”

The door to the diner dings open, and Red and Oliver walk in. They see us immediately. After all, we’re inourbooth, the one we always shared.

Red’s face alights, her hands moving to her cheeks.

“Did you invite them?” I look at Trevor.

“No. Promise. If it was up to me, I would have kept you all to myself. Besides, no more secrets, remember?”

I grin and go to my best friend, holding her in a hug.

The flurry of reunion fills my body with warmth and a rightness I haven’t felt since I left Chicago.

I’m home. I’m where I belong. Where my baby belongs. Where there is love and light and understanding.

I will never take this away from either of us ever again.

* * *

The next coupleof months move in a hurry. A lot changes.

I move back to Chicago, back to the apartment I used to share with Trevor. However, we have to start looking at houses for our growing family.

I’m growing too, subtly.

It’s my first baby and according to the internet, it takes longer for me to show. But Trevor and I can tell. We spend every night exploring each other in bed as if it was the first time.

He’s tender with me. Protective as he promised. And I don’t doubt for a second that our life together will be good.

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