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I push the hair off her face. "Talk to me. Did I hurt you? Did I?—?"
She shakes her head. "No, you're perfect... it's just so much time... I missed you, and I don't want to lose you, that's all."
"Listen to me. I'm not going anywhere. And yeah, we have a lot of time to make up for, but we can't live in the past, baby. We're living for the future, okay?”
She smiles and kisses me. "I love you so much, Ryker."
"I love you too, Izzy."
I roll over on top of her and kiss the tip of her nose. "Shower with me."
She's smiling and carefree. "Okay."
I kiss her again and then roll to the side and stand up. I reach my hand out and catch her ogling my body. Instead of taking my hand, she leans up. "How often do you work out?"
"Every day."
Her smile widens. "Well, you definitely look like you do."
I lean over and scoop her up in my arms.
She giggles. "Okay, okay, you're strong. I get it... you know I can walk, right?"
I carry her into the bathroom. "But why would you when I can carry you?"
She kicks her feet happily. "You're right. I could get used to this."
I set her down next to the tub. "I hope so." Fuck, I hope so. And I hope she never wants to let me go.
CHAPTER 14
IZZY
The Christmas tree is decorated and is lighting up the otherwise dark house. The credits are rolling onChristmas Vacation, and Ryker is holding me like he doesn't ever want to let me go. He and I are sitting on one couch, and Brock is lying on the other one.
He stretches and turns to look at us. "I'm hungry."
I laugh. "Of course you are. You know we just ate a few hours ago.”
He rubs his stomach. “I’m a growing boy.”
I roll my eyes at my child because he could eat all day every day, and I’m not sure where it all goes. “How about some cookies and milk?"
He sits up, rubbing his stomach. "Oh, that sounds good."
Ryker gets up. “I'll get it."
“What? No," I start, but Ryker isn't having it. He leans down, kisses my cheek, and walks into the kitchen.
Brock sits up and rests his elbows on his knees. "It's good seeing you happy, Mom."
I open my mouth and then close it and shrug. “It feels good to be happy." I clear my throat. "What about you? Are you okay with all this?"
I gesture to the kitchen where Ryker is piling cookies on a plate.
Brock nods. "I'm good with it. I like him."
"You know you always come first."
