Page 112 of Ridin' Free

I stared up at him, and the doors in my mind began to open, unleashing some of my favorite memories. The look on his face when I showed him the pregnancy test. The tears he shed the first time he held Kash in his arms. The pride in his voice anytime I heard him brag about even the silliest of our little man’s accomplishments.

He wanted to try for a girl, and suddenly it seemed impossibly selfish to tell him no.

Not for his sake, but forhers.

If there was even a chance we could bring a little girl into this world, a girl who would grow up knowing what it meant to be loved unconditionally by a man as wonderful as him—who was I to deny the universe? To deny her?

Sealing my eyes closed, I furrowed my brow, fighting against my fear, my hope, and an admiration almost too overwhelming to contain.

“I love you, Benson Wright,” I declared.

He traced the tip of his nose along the side of mine as he asked, “Is that a yes?”

Opening my eyes, I sought out his gaze and nodded.

“Yeah, brown-eyes,” I whispered through my smile. “Let’s make another baby.”