Page 152 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"I would have loved her. And I love you, Damian." I swallow the ball of emotions in my throat. "You think she'd have approved of us?"
He rises to his feet and pulls me to him. "She'd have enjoyed getting to know you better." He presses another kiss to the top of my head. More tears prick the backs of my eyes. Oh, hell, the last thing I want to do is to blubber. I wind my arms around his lean waist and press myself closer.
We stay that way for a few seconds...maybe minutes. Around us, the wind whistles through the leaves. The screams of boys playing ball reach us, then the barking of a dog, which fades away. Silence a beat, another.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about her earlier," he says. The vibrations of his deep voice, rumble up his chest. "I wanted to... Many times, I wanted to share everything about my life with you... But it felt too early, and I didn't want to scare you off... God knows, I was trying to figure out what I felt toward you myself."
"I think... I may have subconsciously guessed," I finally breathe out.
He stills, then pulls back enough to glance down at me. "You did...?" He frowns.
I tip my head back, "Not consciously. I mean, I wanted to meet Riley, but every time I asked about her, you kept deflecting, and that only made me more curious."
"Of course, it did." He chuckles, "I should have known that a sassy little thing like you would not have stopped until you'd uncovered the truth."
"I am sorry I burst into her bedroom like that... I shouldn't have invaded your privacy but—"
"I'm glad you did." He smirks, "You can invade my privacy anytime you want, baby."
"Argh." I shake my head. "Guess that's a sign that you're feeling yourself again, huh?"
"When I'm with you, I always feel like I have everything."
"But I want more," I whisper.
"You do?"
I nod, then reach up and whisper into his ear, "I want your child, Damian."
His shoulders bunch and his features take on a strange look, one I can't decipher. "Damian," I mumble, "I... I'm sorry if I hurt you. If it's too soon, I understand. It's just, I've always wanted a big family and—"
"Yes." He nods.
"Yes?"
"I want you to have my child... My children, Flower." He cups my cheek, "I've never wanted it with anyone else, but with you...it feels right. You're the woman I've been waiting for my entire life."
"And Riley's mother?" Shit, why did I ask that? I shouldn't have, but when it comes to Damian, I have no filter. I seem to blurt out whatever's floating around in my subconscious with him, which is probably a sign that I trust him... Which is good, right?
"She wasn't you." He peers down into my eyes, "I never missed her when I was away from her, never wanted to spend every night with her, never feel like a part of me was missing when she wasn't in the same room as me." The skin at the edges of his eyes crinkles, "But you... You, my Flower, are the most important thing in the world to me. I can't live without you. When I thought I had lost you, it felt like I had cut out a part of myself. No worse, it felt like I was dying inside, like I was—"
I slap my palm over his mouth, "Shh, no D word, remember?"
He kisses my fingers and all of my nerve endings seem to come to life. He wraps his fingers around my wrist and lowers my palm to his chest.
"Say you'll never leave me."
"Never."
"Say, you'll always be mine," he demands.
"Yours," I whisper. "Always yours." I tip up my chin, meet his searing gaze. "You sure do have a way with words, Mr. Savage."
"It's because of my muse, Mrs. Savage."
I shiver... That's me. He's referring to me. OMG, I am married to a rock star. The man who half the world's female population covets, and the other half, well... They are, clearly, blind.
"Do I know this muse?" I giggle
