Cradling Dean in his arms like a small football, Trace grinned. “Well, what are we going to do now?” His eyes strayed back to Dean, then to me again as he waited for me to answer.
I thought for a moment before answering, smiling at my husband and newborn son. I had everything I wanted right in front of me, so in my eyes there was only one answer.
“Anything we want.”
THE END