Page 125 of The Mentor
“I’m sorry that I caused you pain,” Archer said and placed a soft kiss on my collarbone. “And I’m sorry marrying me means giving up your homeland.”
I let my fingers weave through his thick hair. “Maybe things will change and we can move there one day. Or at least visit often.”
“I would like that,” Archer said softly.
“What was your favorite part about the Motherlands?” I asked him.
“It was very different than I imagined.”
“Better or worse?”
He hesitated. “You have a lot of cool things, and I was surprised at how warm and cozy the Motherlands were. I always imagined it as clinical and void of colors.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, maybe because I thought Momsies were uptight and humorless.”
“Ah, so you’re admitting that I’m funny?”
“Only when you can’t get down from trees.”
“That was one time!” I defended myself.
“Well, it’s also kind of funny that you refuse to acknowledge that Nieall and Tommy have become carnivores.”
“They haven’t.”
“Ha, then what do you call people who eat bacon for breakfast?” Archer laughed. “Come on, babe, you’re in denial if you don’t see it.”
“It’s not funny that you’ve corrupted them,” I said.
“I think it is, but talking about the Motherlands– it would be hard for me to live there with all your exaggerated politeness and the rules, and I would miss alcohol too much.”
“But you liked the water bubbles.”
“Sure, and the beach was amazing too.”
“What about the concert?”
Archer wrinkled his nose a little. “No offense, but those butterfly boys weren’t my favorites.”
I smiled at him as I remembered something.
“What is it?” he asked.
“That crazy dream from last night that I told you about,” I said softly.
“Yeah, what about it?”
Letting my fingertips run along the contours of his shoulder tattoo, I breathed: “My abdomen was huge in my dream. Like nine months pregnant or something. It was so strange.”
“Wow, that sounds more like one ofmydreams.” Archer’s lips moved from my collarbone down between my breasts to my pelvis. “My dream is to have a family with you and to watch your belly grow with my child inside of you.” His hand splayed across my stomach and he was kissing my belly button.
“You know we’re going to have a lot of discussions about how to raise a child together, right?” I said and felt my chest burst with the all-consuming love I felt for this man.
“No, we won’t be arguing at all.” He lifted his head and gave me a teasing smile. “You forget that here in the Northlands, the man always has the last say.”
I arched a brow and chuckled. “Unless he’s married to a woman from the Motherlands, that is.”
