Page 59 of Absinthe Dreams

I spin her around again, dropping to my knees.

She stares down at me with wide eyes, her expression soft.

"My baby is in there right now?"

"Yes."

"Jesus." I press my forehead to her stomach, my throat tight. Her hand drifts through my hair, her touch so fucking sweet. "Hi, baby," I whisper when I manage to find my voice. "I'm your daddy."

Chloe chokes on a sob, her hands still tangled in my hair. "I love you so much," she cries softly as I pull her down into my arms.

"You're my life, Coco," I whisper in return, tucking her face up against my shoulder right there on the floor of the shower. Doesn't matter that the water is freezing. Doesn't matter that it's uncomfortable as hell. The only thing that matters is the woman in my arms, the baby in her belly, and the three little angels sleeping down the hall.

This is better than any dream. This is living.