Page 161 of The Forever Play

She laughs. “There’ll be football on the TV and Nerds scattered on the coffee table.”

I wrinkle my nose and tease her right back. “We’ll be serving hot dogs for dinner.”

She sticks out her tongue and dry retches. I laugh and kiss her lips, then lean back and soften my voice. “I know our future is kinda uncertain. If I get drafted, who knows where we’ll end up. Going pro will be a busy life for me, and I’ll be away. It’s asking a lot of you, but?—”

“I’ve always imagined us having a bunch of kids,” she interrupts me with a grin. “And I know you’ll be away and traveling, but I can do this. My parents will support me, and I’ll make it work. I have to make it work, because I want to be with you, and I want Zoey to have siblings. I love being a mom.” She wraps her arms around me, rising to her tiptoes. “And I love making babies with you.”

My laughter is low and husky as I pull her tighter against me and kiss her deep. “I love that part too.”

Her breath whistles across my chin, and I peck the tip of her nose. “So, you’ll get me pregnant again?”

“When you’re ready, yeah. I’d love to do that… on one condition.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Her eyes twinkle with that playful sparkle I love so much.

“Marry me.”

She gasps. “Are you proposing right now?”

I shake my head. “No, I want to come up with something way more romantic, but I just… I’d love you to be my wife before we have any more kids. I know that’s old-fashioned, but I’ve wanted to marry you since…” I tip my head, memories flooding me, but the truth is… “Our first date. Watching you devour that insanely sweet dessert, teaching you how to play mini golf. I knew then that I wanted you forever. I just…” I wince. “I lost my way in the middle there for a little minute. But I promise, I am never letting you go again.”

“I know.” She jumps up, wrapping her legs around me and kissing me until I can’t see straight.

I groan, palming her ass and giving it a light squeeze while gliding my tongue across hers and forgetting that we’re in a house full of people.

“Food’s ready!” Tyrell hollers, walking through the kitchen with a steaming tray of brats.

I take my time, finishing up my kiss before pulling away and smiling at Sienna.

Baxter eases past us, and I barely notice him until he lets out a “Whoa” and catches a missile with blonde curls as she races through the kitchen.

“No running in the kitchen,” Sienna reminds her.

I reluctantly lower my woman to the floor. We’ll pick this up later, and I seriously need to come up with a decent proposal. And a ring. Shit, I need to find the perfect ring. I’ll get Monica to help me with that.

My mind is ticking over while the bustle of activity in the dining room grows. Sienna gathers up the drinks and is about to take them through when she’s stopped by Carson. He frowns down at her, and I give him a warning glare, which he doesn’t notice because he’s too busy taking in Sienna’s unimpressed scowl.

Okay, so we still have a few kinks to work out with our living situation.

But I’ve yet to think of a decent solution. I wanted to get the girls settled after that clusterfuck with Russell.

“Ah!” Zoey lets out another scream, diving in front of Carson to hide from Kai.

Carson winces at her earsplitting volume and tries to move away from her, but she wraps her little arms and legs around him, sitting on his foot when Kai makes a move to tickle her.

Carson darts his foot away so Kai can’t reach, and Zoey laughs.

“Again! Again!”

“No! Get off me, kid.”

Kai stiffens at Carson’s grumpy voice, shrinking away from the guy and darting out of the room.

Sienna tuts. “Carson, be nice. You tone is too harsh. You just scared him.”

“I don’t give a shit,” he grumbles.

“He don’t give tit.”

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