Page 109 of My Three Hometown Alphas

The love I have for this woman explodes in my chest.

Her voice breaks. “I promise to take care of them, too.”

I can’t take it anymore. My feet start moving toward her before I even know what I’m doing. I crouch behind her.

Gently, I touch her shoulder, not wanting to scare her. “Baby,” I say quietly.

She takes in a sharp breath, eyes wide when she glances over her shoulder. Her whole body relaxes when she sees it’s me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” I say, running my hand over her arm.

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

I hold up the flowers in my other hand. I press a kiss to the side of Avery’s head, then move to the side.

“Hey, sis,” I say, pulling the flowers from the plastic wrapping and arranging them in the metal vase Miles welded for Liv. “I hope Avery isn’t giving you too much trouble.”

A hand smacks against my shoulder as I slide the last of the flowers into place. I turn to smile at Avery over my shoulder.

“I am not trouble,” she says, tossing her hands out on either side of her.

I quirk a brow. “Are you sure about that, rebel?”

She rolls her eyes. That’s okay. I’ll take her annoyance over sadness any day.

I move over until I’m sitting at her side. Grabbing her hips, I swing her around so she’s straddling me.

“Will,” she yelps, gripping onto my shoulders to steady herself.

“Yes, love.”

She sighs, sliding her hands around my neck. Her delicate fingers toy with the short hair on the back of my neck. “Did you hear everything I said?”

I shrug, feeling a little guilty. “Most of it, yeah. Sorry.”

She glares at me for a few seconds before her eyes soften. “You already knew everything I said.”

True.

I trace my thumbs in circles on her back. I’ve been wanting to talk to her about something for a few weeks now, but I’ve never found the right time.

Our life is beautiful, but it’s also kind of crazy. Coordinating five peoples’ schedules should be a full-time job.

I guess now is the perfect time, even if we are in the middle of the cemetery.

“Avery.”

Her eyes dart up to look at me. “Yeah.”

“Do you want to stay here after the election is done?” I ask. My muscles draw taut as I hold her against me, waiting anxiously for her response.

I’m pretty sure I know what her answer is going to be, but I don’t know for sure. I need to hear the words come from her mouth.

Aspen Springs is a small town. There aren’t a lot of job opportunities here in the field of political science.

I want her to stay and continue to build a life with us more than I want to have a steaming cup of black coffee every morningfor the rest of my life, but I don’t want to hold her back from having a career she loves.

“There isn’t anywhere else I want to be,” she says. There isn’t an ounce of hesitation or regret in her tone. She takes a deep breath. “I don’t know exactly what I’m going to do, but I know I would rather be here figuring that out than anywhere else with the perfect job laid out in front of me.”