Page 138 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

He looks at me like I’m crazy.

I hold up a hand. “I know, I know, you’re rich. But I’d feel really guilty about not being able to contribute.”

He traps my hand against his chest. “Regan, I was going to pay an arm and a leg to get Mitchell the best goddamn nanny in the country. Believe me, this is actually a win-win situation.”

“It is?”

He sighs heavily. “Isthiswhat’s been eating at you all afternoon? Jesus, Ray, I thought you were having second thoughts.”

“I’m not. I’ve wanted this…us… for a while now.”

“Tell me.” He looks into my eyes. “Tell me how long you’ve wanted it.”

“Come here.” I scoot to the edge of the chair. “And I’ll show you.”

He gifts me with one of his huge luminous smiles—the one I hope Mitchell inherits—and he crashes his lips onto mine.

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I wake up and look at the clock. It’s four am. I watch Lucas, wondering how long I can stand to let him sleep before I poke him and demand he take me to Mitchell.

But I don’t have to poke him. It’s like there’s this tether between us. One that pulls at him, letting him know what I’m thinking.

“Good morning,” he says, kissing me.

“Mmm.” I pull back slightly. “My lips are sore from all the kissing.”

“Believe me,” he says. “My balls are sorer.”

I laugh.

“You want to go see him, don’t you?”

I nod. “I can survive on far less than six hours’ sleep.”

“Me, too. But first, I need you to clear something up for me. Last night, during your rambling, you said your parents are in favor of the pot shop, er… cannabis dispensary?”

I tuck an arm under my pillow and face him. “Turns out my dad has been using medical marijuana for years down in Florida.” I shrug. “For his glaucoma.” I snicker. “And apparently my mom partakes upon occasion.”

Lucas sits up, stunned. “Wow. Strait-laced Joyce and Darrin smoking weed. Who’d have thought?Andthey’re being supportive of Ryder’s divorce?”

“Wait. I didn’t tell you that.”

“Your dad and I talked yesterday after you went back to the NICU. We had a great conversation. Came to an understanding.”

“What understanding?”

“Well… he understands I won’t hurt you. And I understand he’ll cut off my balls and serve them to me for dinner if I ever do.”

I laugh so hard my stomach hurts.

“Are you and my dad becoming friends?”

“I think we are.” He gets out of bed and offers me a hand. “Now let’s go see our son, shall we?”

At the mention of Mitchell, my boobs leak, soaking my sleeping shirt. I cup them to try and stop the waterworks.

“Wait here,” Lucas says. “I’ll go get the pump. We need to catch every last drop for the amazing Comeback Kid.”

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