Page 44 of Nothing to This (Nothing to… #8)

And as her smile formed, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

“Our twins are the most precious thing in the world.” She took his hand.

“I know you know that. No one else knows that like you and I know that. It’s a journey I thought I would never want to experience again. The thing is… I hadn’t realized…”

“Hadn’t realized what?”

“That the only person I ever want to share that journey with is you.” From the way he searched her, all she got from him was confusion.

“It’s like you said. I don’t want to have children with another man.

You’re the last man. My last man. I want to have your baby, Jamison Dawes.

Only yours. Real, the whole deal, from the very beginning. ”

“You want to…”

“Baby, babies, whatever you want. I didn’t want a family with anyone else because my family is with you. It’s with our babies, how ever many of them we choose to have.”

“You want to have my baby.”

“Again.”

“Again,” he murmured. “You want to have my baby?”

After a beat, a grin burst on his face. He grabbed her up in his arms, sweeping her clear off the floor. She laughed and clutched him tight, desperately trying to kiss him. When he turned to meet her mouth, the moment switched in one heated instant and her back hit the wall.

Holding his face, she broke their union. “Not right here in the hallway though.”

“Daddy?”

Both kids were there, outside Kye’s room, peering at their crazy parents.

“Beautiful sprouts,” JD announced and kissed her again before putting her back on her feet. “Mommy and Daddy are going to get wedded.”

She laughed again. “Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Too late. Sky was already shrieking in delight. JD scooped the twins up from the floor and kissed each one.

“Wedded and then you’ll get your baby sister.”

“No matter how many shots it takes?” she asked.

He glanced back, admired her for a second, then put the kids down. “Go play more game, we’ll get you in a minute.” As they trotted off, he called after them, “Daddy’s taking you out somewhere special today, put on whatever you want!”

“What about work?” she asked. “Your mom—”

“You’ve just made me the happiest man alive, you think I can sit in a chair and listen to anyone today?”

“You can sit in a chair and listen to me,” she said, sauntering over to loosen his tie. “I have some criteria.”

“Another contract. This should be interesting. Hit me with it.”

“We both have to be involved, fully committed involved. I want both of us to have time off after any births there might be. We raise our children together. I don’t have a problem with having an office here, so we can work from home when necessary.

But you have to take off as many days as I do, we split caring duty, whatever it takes. ”

“You want me to be a stay-at-home dad? Play with the kids all day and impregnate you at night? I can get onboard with that.”

Oh, he thought he was so funny. Trouble was, he was just the right kind of crazy for her. Yes, just like Zairn and Roxie, she loved his crazy too.

“This is a long term project, not something that can happen overnight. We need to think about space, if we have to move—”

“I’ve taken care of that.”

Huh, uh… “How did you do that?”

“We bought the place upstairs.”

“When did we do that?”

“Last week.”

“You know I rent this place, right? This apartment doesn’t belong to me.”

“No, I thought we’d put it in the kids’ names,” he said and shrugged. “I bought this one too.” Her jaw dropped. “We’re meeting with our architect and a couple of contractors this week.”

“Why did you—”

“Happy birthday, baby.” He leaned closer. “You thought I forgot, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t think you forgot. You don’t remember something inconsequential for six years and then forget it when it becomes consequential. My birthday's just… not a big deal.”

“Me and the kids are going to make a big deal of it today. I’ve decided to give you exactly what you want. The only thing on your wish list.” When she crooked a brow, he opened his arms. “Me.”

“You’re my birthday present?”

He nuzzled closer. “Want to unwrap me?”

“Maybe later. Let’s get back to, you bought two apartments?”

“For you. For us.”

“How did you know I would…? What if I said I didn’t want us to be together?”

“That’s not the way my mind operates, Siren.

If you said that to me, I’d have bigger problems than real estate.

” He laid both hands on either side of her neck.

“You want equal parenting. Want me at home with them at least as much as you are.” She nodded.

“I want to get married. I really, truly do. Soon.”

“JD,” she said, pushing his arms.

He strengthened his hold. “I love you, Rylee. I love our kids, our life, and all that lies ahead of us. Sign your name with mine. Let this be forever.”

The pleading in his eyes begged her to yield. If it was important to him, and she aspired to it anyway, why should she fight it?

She sighed. “I knew you were trying to pick me up.”

His laugh was just so full of joy that she couldn’t resist reciprocating. Whatever he wanted, he’d get. Maybe she wouldn’t be perfect, but she’d make this man happy in every way she could.

“Of course I’m trying to pick you up.” He kissed her quick. “How am I doing so far?”

Looping her arms around his neck, her body sank against his. “Chaos theory, here we come.”

Forever and always, their chaos would be their bliss.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Hidden Identity Billionaire Beach Romance

“Hey,” she said, kicking at the surf. “Don’t dismiss me like that. Do you know how disrespectful that is? You’ve made an accusation, either back it up or apologize.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I was having a perfect evening until you rudely interrupted with your assumption. I am here because I like listening to the waves and spending time with my own thoughts. I shouldn’t have to justify myself to you, I don’t have to justify myself to anyone. Am I doing something illegal?”

There was a long pause before he answered. “No.”

“Am I being offensive or unruly? Causing mayhem or harm?”

Another long pause and a more incredulous answer. “No, but—”

“The polite thing would be to go about your business and leave me to mine. Or if you couldn’t help yourself, say good evening or ask if I needed assistance rather than bark at me.”

“I—”

“How would you feel if I assumed your business or interrupted you without invitation or respect? You wouldn’t like it, I’ll bet. No one likes it.”

“Damn you’re scrappy.”

“Why does a woman asserting herself need a label?” she asked. “Can’t I just be right?”

“Uh…”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said on a sigh. “You’ve ruined it now. My bubble is burst.”

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Warning: Contains explicit language and imagery. Suitable only for ages 18 and over.