Page 52 of Hot Rucking Canadian
Becca had pressed her hand to his. “My entire family can teach the baby religion. You can teach her how to live a good life. No matter what befalls her.”
I might’ve blinked back tears.
We might’ve agreed.
Kristiane Angelique had been born less than a week later at a very healthy nine pounds.
Travis had questioned—to me alone—howthatworked.
I pointed out I’d been eleven pounds.
He’d winced.
We hadn’t discussed the matter since.
My nose twitched.
Travis appeared from the kitchen and grinned. “I didn’t hear you come in.” He glanced behind him. “Okay, kind of not surprising.” He made his way over to me, wrapped his arms around me, and smacked me on the lips.
“Hey!” Mama, of course. She appeared at the doorway to the kitchen. “Where’s my kiss?”
Becca nudged me. “Go check out the feast we’ve made.”
“The guys will be here shortly. I was…”
“In a hurry?”
“I might’ve offered the cabbie more money if he got me here sooner.”
Johnnie was grabbing my bag and the rest of the squad were joining us. Thank God this was a big place—but we were still facing standing room only.
“I love you.” Travis pulled back to gaze into my eyes. “I didn’t know I was allowed to be this happy.”
“With me? Always.”
I flashed to our simple wedding at the pub where we’d met. Jemi, the bartender, had obtained a license to officiate.
Mama insisted on a priest to bless our union.
Fortunately, the guy’d been pretty hip, choosing to wear a Hawaiian shirt.
As had everyone else, including Travis’s friends, Dodge and Annabelle.
Dodge who’d let it slip that Travis was starting as a junior supervisor the next week.
I’d grinned. Because maybe I’d been the one to let Dodge know Travis had taken some courses. And maybe Dodge had been the one to approach the foreman. And since the crew had just lost a supervisor, the foreman had been happy to promote Travis.
A couple of the guys had grumbled.
Everything now, though, had settled.
I didn’t really worry less—given he was still at the top of a skyscraper, but I did like he wasn’t putting as much strain on his body.
Which left more energy to regularly put me through my paces. “I love you too. Now, shouldn’t we grab foodbeforethe hungry masses show? Those pretzels on the plane won’t have been enough—”
“Honey, we’re home.” Johnnie’s booming voice rang out.
Travis and I met each other’s gazes.
“Race you?” He grinned.
“For the rest of our lives.”
We hotfooted to the kitchen before my teammates got there first.
