Page 80 of Make You Mine

“I do,” I murmur. “Ten years tonight.”

“That’s right,” Declan says. An almost boyish smile tugs at his lips. “Can you believe it? You’ve wasted a whole bloody decade on me, love.”

I slide my hand into his, fingers lacing tightly. “I’m not surewasteis the word I’d use. More like… the best ten of my life.”

His thumb strokes over my knuckles. When I look over at him, I find that warm adoration he only ever uses for me, like I’m his whole world wrapped in skin.

“Thanks for giving me your real number,” he teases, earning a laugh out of me.

We fall into a comfortable silence, letting the sound of our kid’s laughter fill the space between us as Willow finally manages to trap a firefly in the glass jar. A chorus of cheers erupts as she lifts it triumphantly like she’s just caught a star. Emmett jumps alongside her, clapping with all the force his little hands can muster. Even Desmond squeals with delight from his spot in the grass.

Seconds later, all three come dashing toward the porch, their bare feet pounding against the earth, their faces lit with excitement and the golden afterglow of sunset.

And we’re right here—exactly where we need to be—waiting for them.

THE END