Page 27 of Momcom Vacation

Pulling back, she wipes at her eyes. “What if I’m not enough?”

The peace that had begun to infiltrate me is quickly replaced by rage. It kills me to know that throughout her life, people have made her feel like she isn’t enough. More than one man has made her feel as if, because she’s a woman, she’ll never beenough. The thought that someday the twins may feel that way makes my eye twitch.

“Princess.” I pull her up, then spin so I’m seated and she’s in my lap. “I never, ever want you to feel like you’re not enough. You are fucking tremendous. For the rest of my life, I will give you room to grow and achieve all your wildest dreams.”

I bury my face in her neck and inhale, letting her scent and her warmth soak into me.

“Some nights, I lie awake and watch you sleep, thinking it must all be a dream. A guy like me, landing a woman like you?”

“How do we do it?” She puts her head on my chest. “How do we succeed at work and in our passions while still making time for each other?”

“We figure it out.” I press my lips to the top of her head. “Together. We talk and coordinate and strategize. There is no formula for success, but as long as we talk to each other and love each other, we’ll be okay.”

For a long while we stay like that, wrapped in one another’s arms, hearts beating in sync.

How the hell did it come to this? How did I let this woman think she’s not the most important thing in my life?

“Since we’re stuck here for a while,” I say, “you wanna break out the fancy cheese?”

She straightens, her face alight. “How is it possible that I love you even more than I did a minute ago?”

After stuffing ourselves with charcuterie and another bottle of prosecco, Delia pulls her phone out, and the two of us schedule date nights, vacations, and another weekend at the Cliff House for the next six months.

It’s fun, talking about our work and our dreams.

This is my favorite Delia. Relaxed and a bit silly but possessing enough of an edge to keep me on my toes.

“Let’s get a boat,” I declare as I turn onto my back on the bow, where we’re sunbathing.

“You’re a great sailor. And I can guarantee that the twins would be awesome at it.”

She props her head up on her hand, brows arching. “Sailing is like chess. All about calculation and strategy.”

I chuckle. “Exactly, and taking risks, having no fear.”

“And being a bit ruthless.”

“We could have little Olympians on our hands.”

“Why haven’t I ever thought about this?” She slaps a hand to her forehead. “Not even when Collette went through a knot-tying phase a few years ago?”

We drink, giggle, and climb onto the sandbar, where we find a starfish and several crabs, then Delia naps with her head on my shoulder. All the while, we enjoy the ultimate luxury: time.

When the tide comes in and we fire up the motor, she kisses me deeply. “Thank you for the best day.”

“We may have almost broken Beckett’s boat, but I think we may have fixed us.”

Chapter 13

Cortney

I’m fine. I have this.

With a long breath out, I run my hands through my hair.

I managed to keep all the kids safe on the boat while the other guys literally bailed.

It shouldn’t have surprised me. Beckett without Liv is the definition of chaos. Traveling together is manageable most of the time, but typically we don’t have eight kids in tow.

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