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Apologize? This is definitely a hallucination. No other explanation for it.
“Idohave your best interests at heart,” he goes on. “I want all my children to be safe and well and prosperous. My children and my grandchildren,” he adds, with a faint hint of surprise. “I’ve come to realize, however, that I have no right to dictate your life’s path, or to criticize you for making choices that I would not. I’ve not supported you as I should have, Danny. And for that I’m very sorry.”
Holy… I have no words. I’d better find some.
“Thanks, Dad. That means a lot.”
He nods. I nod. This could go on for a while.
“Coffee?” says Mom, brightly, before things become super awkward. “I’ve baked a dark chocolate cake. It’s almost sugar-free.”
Dad smiles at her. Shit, that’s my smile. I’ve always thought I looked exactly like Mom.
“Ginny, you’re a miracle,” Dad says.
And then he puts his hand on my shoulder!
“I am a very lucky man.”
ChapterFifty-Five
FRANKIE
Iam not a morning person, but waking up next to the man I love feels pretty great. I’m on my side and Danny is spooned against me, fast asleep except for Lil Danny, who’s as perky as if he’s starring in a breakfast cereal commercial. Which is amazing, considering how many workouts he got last night.
In between, we talked about our plans. I’ve decided to ask my firm if they can post me to their Reseda office. It’s not a bad commute from Santa Monica, according to Danny. I’ve also decided to keep my house in San Diego. It’s the first house I’ve owned and I’m sentimental about it. I’ll rent it out and ask my neighbor to keep an eye on it. That means I’ll have to find a rental close to Danny. I couldmove in with him, but we think it’s smarter if we take it slowly. However, I totally intend to take a short-term lease, because neither of us are that patient. I wonder how Danny will feel about me setting up my beer brewing equipment in his garage.
As I reach for my phone to read the time, Danny stirs and mutters something like, “And that’s my final offer.” I nudge him because it’s past seven, and we have shit to do. It’s only a few short days until Shelby’s cesarean, and we have to tie up all the details of the crush before then. Danny grunts and scowls, so I put my hand around Lil Danny. It’s like one of those videos where an owner places a treat in front of their sleeping cat’s or dog’s nose and films their reactions as they finally realize it’s not a dream and wake with a start.
“Whoa! Wazzup?”
Danny’s all wild-eyed and messy-haired.
“We’reup.” I let go of Lil Danny. “It’s after seven and we need our orders from Nate.”
“Can we have sex first?” he says.
“No!” I protest. “I’m already at risk of a UTI!”
He starts trailing kisses down my neck and brushes his thumb over my nipples. Ridiculous how his slightest touch can make me instantly damp and insane with lust. Guess I can always buy some cranberry juice.
He focuses entirely on my pleasure, and I come fast and hard. With a shout, Danny joins me, and we collapse into a sweaty mess.
“I love you.” Danny’s voice is muffled against my chest.
“I love you, too,” I reply. “But you still have to get your ass out of bed.”
At breakfast, Nate looks stressed. Even when we assure him everything is under control. Which it is, because Danny and I are an awesome team.
By Thursday evening, even though Shelby’s her usual, cheerful self, Nate’s a wreck. Mom makes him some kind of herbal tea that zonks him out. And then it’s Friday morning, the big day, and we’re all anxious as cats in a rocking chair factory. Except Mom, of course. I must ask her what’s in that tea.
Nate heads off on his own in the pickup. Mom, Danny and I will go in his car.
“No more coffee, Danny!” I insist. “You’ll get pulled over for a drug test and you will fail.”
“I’m fine,” he says, his feet tapping a jig on the floor. “Totally-totally-totally-fine?—”
“I’ll drive.” I snatch the keys.
