Page 57 of Anchored Love
“This doesn’t looklike a restaurant, honey.” I shook my head as Mason pulled in at his building.
“Yeah. Yeah. Smart ass. I had a change of plans. Don’t freak out, but my parents are in town, and my mother insisted on cooking us dinner. Your folks are already here too.”
“Say what now?” Shock stole my breaths.
“When I told Mom about you, she booked a flight. And you know our mothers were friends. Apparently, they’ve been talking.”
“Oh god,” I mumbled, pressing a palm to my forehead.
“Don’t stress. I’m sure Jane Lynn is being nice.”
I gave him a skeptical look. “You do realize they’ve probably already planned our wedding and named our children.”
Mason held my gaze, wearing this goofy grin on his face.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Taking my hand in his, he brought my knuckles to his lips. “Babe, you just said our future children and wedding. This told me two things. One—you see us married one day, and two—you’d have my babies.”
My teeth sank into my bottom lip. Shit. “Um … you’re right. I do see those things when I look to the future. I want that. Do you?” My stomach flipped upside down. I couldn’t believe I confessed that and asked him straight out if he wanted to marry me and have kids one day.
“Everly, nothing would make me happier.” His lips met mine, soft and full of love. Mason made love to my mouth, his tongue sweeping between my lips. God, he was so damn sweet sometimes; I was afraid he’d somehow disappear.
“We should go inside before your mom or mine comes looking for us and tries to give us baby making pointers or something.” I chuckled.
“I think we have that part covered. We get in a lot of practice. Is that something you’d want soon?”
“Kids?” I choked the word out.
“Yeah. I mean, won’t we need to plan for it with your birth control and whatever.”
“Yeah. I guess I’d need to discuss the possibility with my doctor since I have the implant.”
“Make an appointment.”
“We’re not even living together. I mean, we’ve been together like two weeks.”
“I’m in your bed every night, and most of my clothes are in your closet.”
“True… Are you saying you want to move in with me?”
“That depends on if you’re asking.”
“I think I am. Mason Jones, will you move in with me?”
“Babe?” He kissed me again.
“Hmm?” I rolled my lips inward, fighting my smile.
“I already have.”
We both laughed.
“Asshole.”
“I’m your asshole, though. C’mon. Let’s get up there.” He exited and came around to open my door. I absolutely loved how chivalrous he was.
Upstairs in his apartment both our families were waiting for us, ready with champagne. I was beginning to feel a bit set up, but I didn’t mind. I knew Mason had my back if my mom were to start her crazy again.
