Page 114 of Pucking My Grumpy Accidental Husband
"What?" I ask, recognizing that expression.
"Harrison's book just got the worst review in publishing history. The Times critic called it 'a bitter fantasy written by a man who doesn't understand that competence and integrity matter more than gender politics.'"
"Ouch. Almost feel sorry for him. Almost."
"Best part? Our book just hit fifteen weeks on the bestseller list, and three more sports organizations just adopted our workplace relationship guidelines."
"We're changing the world, one policy manual at a time."
"Speaking of changing things," Dax sets down his laptop and turns to face me fully. "I've been thinking about our timeline for kids."
"Oh really? And what conclusions has your philosophical brain reached?"
"That I want to start trying soon. Like, really soon. Like, maybe we should start practicing right now."
"Dax Kingston, we've been practicing for over a year. I think we've got the technique down."
"Practice makes perfect, Dr. Bennett. Besides, I have it on good authority that pregnant women are incredibly sexy."
"Is that so?"
"Absolutely. Something about that glow, the way their bodies change to create life... very arousing from a biological standpoint."
"You're such a nerd."
"Your nerd. Forever and always."
Later that night, as we're falling asleep in our king-size bed—the one that's big enough for both of us and all our championship dreams—I look at the nightstand where our Vegas wedding photo sits next to Dax's Stanley Cup ring and my Director of the Year award.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks, his arm tightening around me.
"Just... all of this. A year ago, our biggest problem was keeping a secret. Now our biggest problem is choosing which opportunities to accept."
"Good problems to have."
"The best problems. As long as we solve them together."
"Always together," he agrees, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Besides, I like our track record. Drunk Vegas marriage turned into the love story of the century. I'd say we're pretty good at turning disasters into dreams."
As I drift off to sleep, wrapped in the arms of the man who chose me over everything else, I can't help but smile. Sometimes the best decisions feel impossible at the time. Sometimes the worst wedding photos become the foundation of the most beautiful love story. And sometimes, if you're very lucky, you get to marry your book boyfriend twice.
