Page 114 of Bearly in Love
“He’s so perfect,” she whispered.
“He is. You’re incredible.” I kissed her forehead. Then her cheek.
Then his cheek.
Then her forehead again.
“I’ll marry you when we get home,” she added.
“That’s the last thing on my mind, Mads.”
“I know. I do want to, though.”
“Good. I do too.” I kissed her again. “Now, hand me our son so you can rest.”
“You’re not allowed to use him to force me to let you take care of me more,” she warned.
“Whatever you say.” I carefully eased him out of her arms. Fierce love crashed into me as I stared down at the little guy.
“You’re a pain in my ass, Ambrose.”
“I probably always will be.”
“Probably. You’re lucky I love you.”
“A lucky bastard,” I agreed.
Madison yawned widely and rested her head against my shoulder. She dozed off quietly while I stared down at our baby.
Our life together had been a wild ride—and I couldn’t fucking wait for the next chapter.
