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I watch as he turns his back on me and enters my house, making his way out, leaving me sitting here in shock. His words run through me and make me worry. I know Tommy has a trauma, but I also know if I stand by him, he’s going to work through it.We’regoing to work through it.

Right?

CHAPTER 32

TOM

It’s beena week since my first date with Farrah and we’ve seen each other every day. From stopping in for coffee to having dinner at my parents’ house, it’s just like old times except it’s not. Before my shift the other morning, I went to get my coffee and when I saw she was behind the counter; I snuck up behind her, spun her around to face me and made a show of giving her a kiss good morning. The customers at the counter cheered, and she turned a pretty shade of red. But her eyes. She looked at me with awe, and it made my heart expand for her.

I realize what I was missing out on, as well as what I was depriving her of. Affection is so important in relationships, and to Farrah, it was number one. I just didn’t want to know it or show it. It still makes me uncomfortable to be so open about my life in public, but I’m working on it. Each time, it gets easier. And honestly, why wouldn’t I want to stake my claim? This woman is everything that’s good and she wants me.

Me.

I’m a lucky fucker, just like JT said.

Tonight, we’re all together at my sister and Jackson’s house, helping her prepare for JJ’s first birthday party tomorrow. The chaos is real and if this is what it’s going to look like when we have kids; I guess I’ll be used to it by then.

I pause.

Kids?

Me?

I lean back against the counter, taking a breath, and a grin pops up. The thought doesn’t scare me. It excites me. Farrah has always been the woman I imagined making a family with when I was younger. I’ve just been so consumed with all the other nonsense that I pushed it out of my mind.

Farrah walks by me with her arms full of streamers and other decorations and I catch her around her waist, pulling her close. She lets out a little squeak.

“Tommy! Not now, I’m busy. Go help your brothers. Adam is trying to hang lights and Billy and Jackson are getting in the way.”

I hold her tighter and bite behind her ear. The moan she lets out tells me all I need to know. “How do you feel about having kids, Farrah?”

She whips her head around to me, almost breaking my nose with her forehead. “Woah! Careful there!” I laugh at her surprised face.

“Kids? You want kids?”

I give a little nonchalant shrug. “I could see it.”

“You want kids… with who?” She asks slowly.

A smile dances across my lips and I tilt my head in question. “Who do you think, mouse? Don’t you want kids with me?”

She steps back, placing the decorations she was holding onto the kitchen table, then steps back into my space. I automatically wrap myself around her, but she undoes my hands and holds them at our side. “You talking about kids is probably the hottest thing I’ve heard in a long time, Tommy Casanova.”

“Yeah? Hotter than dragging my tongue through your-”

“Tommy! Don’t ruin this moment!”

I laugh, but quiet as she continues speaking. “You asked how I feel about you, about having kids with you?” When I nod, she takes my hand and places it between her legs. My eyes flare. “Find out for yourself, Tommy.”

“You’re fucking burning, mouse.” She raises an eyebrow at the groan that leaves my lips. “And there’s nothing that could ruin this mome-”

“Thomas! Get your hands off her and get outside before you become the only brother I have left!” Francesca comes barrelling into the kitchen, snatching Farrah’s arm and pulling her away.

“You’re a fucking cock block, Sissy.”

She stops mid step, frozen in time and then she busts out laughing before throwing herself into my arms. “It’s so good to have you back, Tom.” She whispers in my ear before licking the side of my face.

“Jesus Christ!” I push her away from me. “Get outta here, will you!”

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