Page 86 of Worth the Heat
“What?”
She gives me a beautiful smile. “I’d like it to reflect my new last name.”
There’ssomething so homey and peaceful about a motorcycle ride with my woman wrapped around me. My fiancée. The love of my life.
Isabella tucks her hands under my jacket, her hands sliding up and down my abs. It’s not sexual in nature. It’s a comfort. A natural connection between us. Each day, Isabella becomes more comfortable in how she expresses herself with me. It’s about intimacy and familiarity.
It boggles my mind how any man in Isabella’s past fumbled her so badly. She’s a diamond in the rough, and she’s been waiting for someone to come along who sees her exactly as she is. Those men were dumb to leave her, but I’m not mad that they did.
As we slowly head down the driveway for both my house and the Clubhouse, I see Trace wave from the doorway with a quick nod of his head. He was incredibly worried about Isabella, and admitted in a text last night that he views her like a little sister. He also knows how much she means to me, and if anything happened to her, he’d be the one who would be tasked with helping me function.
“Do you think she’ll be okay with this?” Isabella asks from behind me. I can hear the worry in her voice, and almost see her chewing on the inside of her cheek as she waits for my response.
“I know she will, sweetheart. She loves you. My parents do too. They will welcome you with open arms.” I smile as I think about my grandmother, and assume she’ll undoubtedly shower Isabella with all kinds of “gifts,” that will all be tied to fertility in one way or another.
As we turn the final corner, our house comes into view. As expected, my grandmother, parents, and Camila all stand at the front door with wide grins. I may have let slip in another text that I’d asked Isabella to marry me.
As soon as I turn off the engine, Camila runs to us. I turn to catch her, then look on in surprise as she dances around me to get to Isabella. She squeals in delight as Isabella scoops her up while still sitting on my Harley. Quickly pulling out my phone, I snap a picture.
My world, all wrapped up in one perfect image.
Wrapping my arms around both of my girls, I kiss each on the temple. “Naranja, is it okay if we tell her now?”
“Tell me what?” Camila asks.
Isabella’s eyes meet mine as she nods. “Can I tell her?”
“Of course,” I answer, my smile so big my cheeks hurt.
Camila looks between the two of us as Isabella says, “Your dad asked me to marry him.”
“Daddy,” Camila whisper-shouts, looking at me with a grin, “I get a Mommy now! Is it okay for me to call you that now, Isabella? I think you’ll make a good Mommy. Don’t you, Daddy?”
I set one hand on Camila’s back, as I wipe the tears clinging to Isabella’s lashes with the other. “I agree,Mija. She’ll make an excellent Mommy.”
“Can I have another present?” Camila asks.
“The last time you asked, I got suckered into a kitten,” I respond, deadpan.
Camila giggles. “I love Oreo. And Butterscotch. But I want something else.”
“What do you want, baby?” Isabella asks softly.
Camila turns her beautiful blue eyes toward Isabella, and the love emanating from them steals my breath. “I want a baby brother.”
Isabella inhales sharply before stammering, “Oh. Well, we don’t get to pick boy or girl for a baby.”
Camila harrumphs. “I guess I’ll be fine with a baby sister.”
“Mija, babies take some time, so you’ll need to be patient,” I tell her. “It may be a few years.”
“Years!” she yells. “Why that long? Even the pet store doesn’t make us wait that long to pet the puppies.”
Isabella looks at me in confusion, and it takes me a moment to understand what Camila thinks. “Mija, babies don’t come from a store. A baby sister or brother will grow in Isabella’s tummy.”
“Mommy’s.” Camila looks plainly at me. “It’s Mommy’s tummy.”
I chuckle. “My mistake.”
