Page 62 of Loving London

“Sarah has become an amazing cook,” Loïc says proudly.

“Maybe you can teach me. I’m hopeless. My roommate, Kate, has tried to teach me, but it’s just not in my nature.” I shrug.

“If I can learn, anyone can.” She turns back around and continues stirring.

“Do you want me to give Ev his bath and lay him down?” Loïc asks.

“Would you mind? I have a ton more to do in here.”

“Of course. I’d love to.”

I follow Loïc to the bathroom and watch as he bathes Evan. Loïc is so sweet with him, and it’s obvious that this little boy adores him. The silly voices that Loïc uses to make Evan laugh are enough to set my ovaries on fire.

Like, seriously, impregnate me now.

Loïc dries Evan off with a fluffy bear towel, gets his diaper situated, and dresses him in his pajamas. I’m amazed at how easily he put that diaper on. I don’t think I’ve ever changed a diaper in my life.

“You are so damn hot right now,” I blurt out.

Loïc looks up from the rocker where he’s holding Evan. “My Elmo voice turns you on?” He chuckles.

“All of it. It’s weird, I know, but the last twenty minutes, it’s the sexiest I’ve ever seen you.”

“Okay,” Loïc says, shaking his head with a wide grin.

“Maybe it’s imagining you as a dad to our kids someday.” The sentence comes out, and I don’t regret it.

I realize that, tomorrow, Loïc and I will have only been back together for a week. But, after experiencing what it’s like to be apart, I’m certain we’ll never go through that again. This time is the real deal. I’m not in the mood to take it slow. I want Loïc, so it’s full steam ahead. I want marriage and babies. I want the life. I want forever.

“So, how many kids do you want?” he asks me in a whisper as he continues to rock Evan.

“I’m not sure. I’d say at least two. I don’t want an only child, but I’m not sure I could handle more than two either. Let’s see how good of a mom I am to two, and then we can decide if any more would be a good idea.”

“You’ll be a great mom.”

“I don’t know if I will,” I say truthfully.

“Well, I do.”

“How are you so certain?”

“As a parent, all you need to do is love your child, and everything else works out. And, when you love, London, you love fiercely. I have no worries.” He grins back at me. “So, I agree to two, and any more are to be determined.”

“I like that—to be determined.”

Loïc lays the baby down in his crib, and the two of us sneak out of the room and close the door.

“As long as I have you, the rest of my life can beto be decided. I’m open for anything, except for spending my life without you; that’s nonnegotiable.” Loïc pulls me against him and places a kiss on my forehead.

“I agree to those terms, sir.”

“I’d like to continue this conversation in my room—naked. It’d also be hot if you threw in a few moresirsin there as well,” he jokes before kissing and sucking on my neck.

I giggle as Loïc picks me up and carries me into his room.

It’s hard to wrap my mind around this past week. For the first time in a very long time, I have no regrets, and my soul is completely at peace.

Loïc’s right about one thing. I love him something fierce.

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