Page 203 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

“Wow.”

Eric and I smile, give him the locks, and explain how to put them on our lock. After we all kiss the keys, we throw them in the river.

My man looks at me and winks. We’ve always been a family, but now we’re more. Fifteen minutes later, while Flyn runs in front of us and I guide the stroller, I ask, “Are you happy, honey?”

Eric—my love, my Iceman, my life—presses me closer to him and kisses me on the head.

“More than you could ever imagine. With you and the children, I have everything I need in my life.”

I know; he lets me know every day.

“Oh, but not everything, no.”

Eric looks at me.

I press the stroller brake and hug him around the neck.

“I have everything I want, sweetheart. What do you mean?”

“There’s one thing you’ve always wanted, and I haven’t given it to you yet.”

Surprised, he wrinkles his brow.

“What?”

Trying to keep from laughing, I kiss him. Eric’s delicious. I adore him.

“A little dark-haired girl,” I whisper, just inches from his mouth.

He’s blown away.

He’s speechless, breathless.

He goes pale.

I crack up laughing.

“Are you going to drive me nuts with your hormones again?”

I playfully slap his ass.

“Don’t worry, Iceman. You’re safe for now.”

I kiss him.

“But you know what,” I say, “maybe someday...”

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