Page 114 of A Little Twist

“A lot has happened since the last time you made this cake.” He leans on his elbows on the granite countertop. “But I knew we’d get here that day.”

“You manifested our fake engagement?” I give him a skeptical wink.

“That was all you, my love.” Walking around, he catches me by the waist, pulling me flush against his chest. “There was nothing fake about my feelings for you. I saw you as my wife, and when we were at Aiden’s last weekend, I saw you having my baby.”

A thrill moves through my chest, and I turn to slide my hands around his waist. “Your baby?”

He reaches up to slide my hair off my cheek, behind my ear. It’s a possessive move that melts my insides.

He’s so confident. “What do you think about that?”

“I think I like it very much. I think maybe next year we can start trying.”

“Is that too soon?” His sexy brow furrows. “You’ll just be starting with teaching, and we’ve got plenty of time.”

“Always so patient.” I rise on my toes to kiss his jaw. “Teachers get pregnant and have babies all the time, and I’d like Pinky to be close to her little siblings.”

“Siblings?” The heat in his hazel eyes tingles in my core. “As in more than one?”

“Definitely.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean forward to kiss him. “I want all your babies.”

His hands gather the back of my skirt, finding my bare ass beneath the fabric, and I’m ready for round two.

“We’re very good at practicing.” It’s a low rumble against the side of my neck, below my ear.

“So good.” It’s a needy gasp.

His lips cover mine, and I think we’re pretty good at kissing, too.

We’re even better at building, and I think we should keep building the family we’ve made. The family I sang about in the ocean the first day he found me.

EPILOGUE

ALEX

“Aw,” Britt walks up the driveway at my mom’s house carrying a fun pack of potato chips. “Hot dogs are your love language?”

My brow quirks, and I glance to where she came from—where all the cars are parked, and where Aiden is carrying a large gift and grinning.

Damn it. She got me. “Is that what it says?”

“You two are crazy.” Britt kisses my cheek as she passes. “Don’t ever change.”

“Everybody’s out at the pool.” I’m getting Pinky’s gift out of Mom’s garage, a kid-sized pink beach cruiser with a basket.

According to Cass, it’s just like the one Miss Piggy rode inThe Great Muppet Caper. At this point, she and my daughter have watched every Muppet movie ever made.

I even caught them crying last night duringThe Muppet Christmas Carol. Apparently when the little Kermit sings, it makes my soon-to-be wife cry.

“Cute.” Aiden stops, waiting for me as I straighten the bow on the basket. “It’s a lot like Mom’s old one.”

“The one she gave to Britt?” I’m calculating how long it’ll take my little slugger to learn to ride a bike.

“I’ll see about getting it for Cass to use.”

My brother’s pretty good at reading my mind. When the two of us arrive in the backyard, Adam is at the grill making the hot dogs, and Cass is filling a large, silver bucket with boxes of Cracker Jack.

I park the bike behind the presents on the table and go to where she’s standing. “I think you know my love language better than that.”

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