Page 94 of Memories of Us

“You're killing me. Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Brenton. It's a yes.”

Beks’s sweet lips molded around mine and parted at the begging request for access. For several minutes we clung to each other, savoring the connection. Soon every day would be with this perfect woman. I’d have the internal peace she offered me, and I wouldn’t allow one day to pass from this point forward without telling her what she meant to me.

We were both broken in our own ways, but together we were whole. And hopefully one day we could continue the healing by giving our children the love and unconditional support we were never afforded.

One day.

“Brenton?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Were you serious about the family part?”

Brows raised, I tilted my head, not understanding.

“Because it's a little late to go back now.”

I narrowed my eyes and shook my head. “I don't understand what you're telling me.”

“I'm telling you....” Her chest rose and fell in a deep breath. “I'm pregnant.”

The world stilled, the noise of the barn falling silent as I gaped down into her uncertain eyes. Fear, excitement, uncertainty, and soul-consuming happiness sank in. The corners of my lips tugged my cheeks up until they couldn't rise any higher.

Pregnant.

“Really?”

“Really. Are you okay with that?”

Pulling her close, I tucked her head to my chest and stroked down her dark curly hair. “Do you hear that?”

Beks’s head moved up and down.

“That's the sound of a heart exploding.”

Two arms snaked around my waist and squeezed.

Coarse hair tickled my lips as I whispered into her ear, “I can't wait to spend the rest of my life thanking you for saving me.”

“I know one way you could start,” she said with a flex of her hips against my crotch.

“So bossy,” I grumbled with a smile as I stepped into the supply closet and slammed the door closed.

Forever with this woman.

Sounded like a damn perfect life to me.

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