Page 132 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

“I think it's just the right pace for us. We've known each other for so long. It feels right to do this.”

“I just want to make sure that you're sure about your decision.”

I chuckled. “I'm not eighteen anymore, Mom.”

“No, you're not. You're a grown man. You sprouted up right before my eyes and I can't even believe it sometimes.”

“I'll always be your son, but I'll always make my own decisions.”

“Of course, my dear. I support that.”

“And I'm not going anywhere. I intend to stay with Clara as long as she'll have me and I think that will be for a long time.”

She smiled warmly. “That's good to hear, Levon.”

“I plan on taking her with me on as many trips as she can stand. I think she'll enjoy seeing the major cities here in the US. There's a lot of neat places that would appeal to her.”

“I don't mean to jump the gun, but what about when you start having kids?”

“Oh, geeze, Mom!” I groaned while chuckling. “We're not even engaged yet. We'll worry about kids when we start planning our wedding.”

“I'll be invited to that, right?”

I rolled my eyes. “Nope.”

“It's good to see you still have your sarcastic sense of humor.”

“And it's good to see you being a good sport about it.”

“I mean, where do you think you got it from?”

I laughed as I sank next to my mother. She took my hand and patted my knuckles the same way she used to do when I was sick in bed as a child.

She smiled. “So, you want kids.”

I stared at her without saying a word. But a knowing smile crossed her lips as she snickered and stood up. She kissed my hand.

“I look forward to having grandchildren from both of my children. I'll start making lunch, okay? Let Clara know she's welcome to join us.”

“I'll let her know.”

When my mother left, I shook my head and chuckled.

Of course, she wants grandchildren. Now, the question is, do I want children?I hummed as I stared at the items surrounding my bed. I needed to start taking them down to my car.I guess I could talk to Clara about that.

I clapped my hands together and stood up. As I rubbed my palms on my pants, I studied the amount of boxes that were ready to be transported. There were only four boxes. I didn't have that many things stored at my parents’ house, considering I traveled most of the time. I set the boxes near the door and took another glance at my room.

I smiled. “No more sleeping alone.”

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Clara arrived just after lunch.As soon as Mom fed her, we wandered up the stairs to my bedroom. She paused in the doorway as I went to start collecting the trash bags that held donations.

I turned to see her wearing the most nostalgic expression.

“What's wrong, darling?”

She grinned. “Just thinking.”

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