Page 92 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

Something strikes me, a soft and resonant chord. “Ash, could I talk to you about something?”

“You want to talk business now?” Ash raises an eyebrow.

I shake my head. “Something personal. It’s important. I know the timing is…odd, but it has to do with Iris and me.”

The older man nods. “Let’s grab a drink and talk, then, hm?”

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Everything is excessive and extravagant,something Iris and I would have never chosen for ourselves but are incredibly grateful for.

The food is decadent and rich, drinks flowing nonstop, and everyone is in the best spirits.

After my private talk with Ash, Iris and I gravitate toward one another again and don’t leave each other’s sides.

I meet her brother, thank him for taking care of her. We get hugs and kisses from all the kiddos and Hawthorns. And we dance. God, do we dance.

I keep Iris in my arms for what seems like hours. “Tired?”

“No! I could dance for the rest of my life!” She throws her head back, bathing her face and neck in glowing light.

As a slower song comes on, I slide my hand down to her waist, the slight bump of her belly filling my hand. “I like the way we did things.”

We sway, our bodies pressed against one another’s.

“You mean, love, near marriage, love, baby carriage, thenactualmarriage?”

My thumb slides back and forth over her belly. “Yeah. Exactly like that.”

Iris presses her hand over mine, looking into my eyes. “There’s no one I’d rather have a baby with.”

“Ris…”

“We’re going to give our baby the family we never had. They’re never going to be abandoned the way we were.”

“Never, baby.”

Iris rubs her fingers down the back of my neck. “So, Galletto-McCoy?”

I gnash on my lower lip. “You like that?”

She shrugs. “I don’t feel strongly either way, which feels wrong, considering it’s going to be my last name until the end of time.”

“I might have a different idea…”

“A different idea? Mononyms? Iris and Trevor, no last name! That would be iconic.” She gives me a big brin.

I laugh. “Would be iconic, but no.”

“Putting them together? Gallcoy? McEtto? Ooh, McGal isn’t bad!”

I shake my head. “I had something else in mind.”

“Tell me! I need to know.” She jumps onto her tiptoes.

My heart is beating faster than it did when I proposed to her.

I knew she was going to say yes then. Now, I’m worried she might laugh in my face at what I’m about to say.

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