Page 69 of Finding Noah
Soren gripped me tightly when offering his congratulations. “I just knew it.”
I chuckled, while swallowing back the tears of happiness. “You and Malcolm called it correctly.”
“Did someone say I was right?” Malcolm was there to embrace me while Soren grabbed Christian in a bear hug.
Christian giggled. “You were right. From the start, you were right.”
“Music to my ears.” Soren glanced toward Sam. “And who is he?”
“I take it you’d like an introduction?”
“Uh—” Soren cleared his throat. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
Christian laughed. “It’s not. I was jealous when I first met him—thinking he might have designs on Noah.”
“He did.” I snagged him by the waist, twisting the leashes. “But by then I knew you were the one for me.” I turned my attention to Soren. “His name is Sam, and I’m happy to make introductions.”
“If it’s not too much trouble. Oh, I better snag Tibby from Janelle.” He paused. “Although I have to say, Miss Esmeralda appears quite smitten with my lab.”
“She’s thrilled to have us living here.” I beamed. “The care home loves that Stormy’s now a qualified therapy dog. Her visits are the highlights of Miss Esmeralda’s week.”
And I knew I was right. I’d done the training of Christian and Stormy, but they’d had to pass the certification without me. And they had. First try. I was pretty damn proud of that.
Stormy nuzzled Christian’s hand. “Oh, right. I think she has to go. Do you want me to take them as well?” He gestured to Sable and River.
I shook my head. “I’ll come with you.”
Our guests had been organized haphazardly, and clearly no one was waiting for us to make our way down the makeshift aisle. In fact, dogs were sniffing each other and enjoying themselves—which was always the point of today.
Letting Stormy guide us, we headed off to a quiet corner of the field.
As she peed, I pressed himself against Christian, tucking my head under his chin. My favorite spot.
He held on tight. “Best day ever?”
“Yeah, actually, it is.” I angled my head back so our gazes could meet. “We have guests to feed.”
He glanced over. “Actually, Malcolm, Soren, and Dillon seem to have things in hand.” We had food for the guests and treats for the dogs. Everything carefully labeled because of allergies.
“I’m thinking—” I cleared my throat.
“Thinking…?”
“About expanding our family.” My heart sped up. We’d said we weren’t going to do anything different in our lives until we were married.Am I ready for this? What if he says no?
“Expanding…?” He squeaked that.
“Kids. Foster kids or our own kids…however that might look.”
He grinned. “I think that’s a fantastic idea.”
My expression lightened. “Yeah?” I didn’t tease him. Now wasn’t the moment.
“We’ll see what we need to do—”
“I have the papers in my desk.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Yeah?”
I nodded.
“Well then, tonight, we’ll sit down and look them over.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “You okay?”
“I am now.” I met his gaze. “I’m sorry I didn’t see it before, except if I had, and I hadn’t had all those crummy relationships, then I wouldn’t appreciate what I have now. I’ve got the best of both worlds.”
He cocked his head in question.
“My best friendandmy husband. That’s pretty damn perfect.” I pressed a kiss to his lips.
A kiss he returned eagerly because hell, yes, this was damn perfect.
