Page 136 of The Proposal
“I’m sorry.”
“Never, ever apologize for that, baby. I’m sorry my father put you in that position. And I’m proud as hell that you stood up to him.” He presses his cheek against my head. “Thank you for giving me and my family another chance.”
“Your family?”
“Not my fucking dad. But the rest of them … they hope you’ll get to know them. That they can be a part of our family.”
My brows pull together. “You mean that I can be a part of your family?”
“Nope. It’s me and you now. And all ten of our kids.”
My heart swells.Although, ten kids is a stretch. I was thinking maybe four …
“You are my family,” he whispers. “Whatever we do, we do together.”
I hold on to him.Just one more question. “What about your contract? Did you lose that because of me? I need to know the truth.”
He takes a deep breath. “No. I didn’t. I walked away after a meeting that made me realize I no longer need to play. I won’t sacrifice things I might’ve sacrificed before. And with Brock and all that … my heart wasn’t in it. My heart is yours. So let’s start fresh together. No outside bullshit.”
My smile turns into laughter, which turns into a burst of energy. I roll over, straddling him. He holds my waist looking up at me, laughing.
“You do realize I’m lying in melted ice cream right now, don’t you?” he asks.
“Oh, crap!”
“At least you’re consistent.”
My giggles are captured by his mouth, and his touch restores my dreams.
“Renn?” I ask between kisses.
“Yeah?”
“Let’s not get divorced.”
He chuckles against my mouth. “We were never really getting divorced anyway. I was making a point.”
“Ah!” I yell as he flips me onto my back. I look up at him, beaming. “Is this a good time to tell you that I’ve been thinking …”
He looks at me nervously.
I bite my lip. “And I want to take you up on your offer.”
“What offer?”
“Let’s make a baby, Mr. Brewer.”
“Foxx!” Renn shouts, stripping his shirt off. “Don’t come up here!”
“Yeah, Foxxy!”
Renn laughs, his eyes sparkling. “I love you.”
“I love you more. I’ve missed you and never want to spend another day away from you.”
We ruin the divorce papers in the melted ice cream. My shirt lands on the llama—again. We wind up on the floor, laughing and touching, kissing and fucking.
And this time, we make love.
