Page 59 of Legally Yours

Eventually, Cassandra looks up at me. My eyes fill with tears, too. We laugh and cry at the same time and kiss each other gently. Neither of us has words for this moment. It’s a moment to merely breathe in and be. Our entire world is here.

“We’d like to take Daniel now to get him checked out and so you can get some rest.”

We both pout but nod our heads. I can see Cassandra is tired. Yet, the moment the nurse takes Daniel from her arms, she hesitates for a moment, not wanting to let go. I smile.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Daniel needs to rest, too.”

We kiss our angel goodbye, and Cassandra falls back into bed, completely spent.

The staff leaves us be. I climb onto the bed with her and hold her tightly in my arms. We drift off together. Both of us are exhausted, but so utterly in love.

As my eyelids flicker and fall, reverie takes me back to our beach wedding, where it all began again. At the Pacific Coast Resort, when we said I do with the warm sand under our bare feet, the waves crashing in, and the sun shining above. It’s where we started our union as man and wife in earnest, with Daniel already growing inside Cass as our baby dream come true, beautiful and perfect.

What more could a billionaire modeling agent and a supermodel want out of life but love everlasting? Mother, baby, and me.

47

CASSANDRA

Iwake up to beautiful blue skies for our last day here in the Maldives. Every day here has been gorgeous, so I shouldn’t be surprised. But it seems like the perfect note to end our perfect vacation on.

Daniel stayed with my parents while Liam whisked me away to celebrate our one year anniversary. A part of me is sad to leave our cozy little cottage getaway behind, but another part of me is eager to be home where I can hold Daniel in my arms again.

But for now, I plan to make the most of our last day here. It’s been so relaxing to remember what I was like before children. I wouldn’t trade my life with Liam or Daniel for the world, but it has been a refreshing change of pace. I balked at first when Liam suggested it, telling him he was crazy, but now I’m so grateful he did.

I roll over in bed to snuggle up against Liam, resting my head on his broad shoulder. He stirs a little in his sleep, and I can’t help but squeeze him in a tight hug.

His bleary eyes blink open, and then I can feel him shifting to face me. “After the night I spent pleasing you, can’t you let me sleep in?” he murmurs in a gentle tease. “God, you’re insatiable.” His arm reaches around to pinch my side, making me squirm and giggle.

“Ahem,” I point out when I stop laughing. “I’ll have you know it is 9:46, so I did let you sleep in. And I want breakfast.”

He scoots back just far enough on the bed to be able to lean down and kiss my forehead. “Well, whatever the lady wants, she will have,” he agrees easily.

We both quickly climb out of bed, tossing on our robes. Then we begin running through the options on the breakfast menu. The resort we’re staying at only delivers breakfast until 10 a.m., so we don’t have much time.

Though we could always get dressed and head to the main building for food, right now, that sounds about as appealing as if I were being asked to walk a mile. I’d probably go hungry first.

Luckily, we manage to settle on pancakes, fresh fruit and orange juice. Liam gets the order placed in no time, and soon a knock at the door tells us our food has arrived.

“Yay!” I cheer.

Liam shakes his head. “Breakfast wasn’t supposed to be the highlight of this trip, you know.”

I give him a big, playful wink. “You let me eat my food, and then I’ll show you a highlight or two.”

He pauses just before opening the door. Turning to face me, his eyebrows are pushed high to the top of his forehead. “I’m going to hold you to that, you know,” he promises in a low, husky voice.

I feel a shiver run through me and almost want to say to hell with the pancakes. He looks sexy as ever, maybe somehow even sexier now that he has a nice golden tan from the sun here. I didn’t know it was possible, but it’s somehow true.

Another knock at the door pulls us both out of the moment. I push the thought of fooling around aside, telling myself there will be time for that later. He turns back around to open the door and accept our meals from room service.

I make my way to the little kitchen, making sure the table is ready. Liam follows behind a moment later with a tray holding two covered plates of pancakes, little containers of syrup, two sealed orange juice bottles, bowls of grapes, strawberries, and cut cantaloupe, silverware and napkins.

I pull the assorted items off one at a time, arranging them around the table. We sit down to eat, laughing and talking as we make short work of our food. It isn’t until the pancakes are gone and he holds out a fork full of strawberries that my mind circles back to my dirty thoughts from earlier.

I take an exaggerated bite of the fruit, slowly drawing my lips off the fork. I watch Liam’s eyes darken and feel a heat creep over my body at the intensity of his gaze.

“I think I’m done with breakfast,” he declares in a low voice. “There’s something else I’d much rather have.”

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