Page 51 of Ruined by My Ex’s Dad (Silver Fox Obsession #2)

Savannah

A s we walked toward the elevator, toward our separate professional worlds that would converge again at day's end, I felt the certainty settle into my bones.

Not the provisional confidence of strategic independence.

Not the careful calculation of acceptable vulnerability.

But the bone-deep knowledge that I had found my place.

My person.

My home.

Finally safe. Finally claimed.

Finally, irrevocably, myself.

"Do you ever wonder what we'll be like a year from now?" I asked as the elevator doors closed, sealing us in our private bubble for a few more precious moments.

"When she's here. When everything changes again."

Lucas's hand found the small of my back, the touch both possessive and supportive.

"I don't wonder," he said, that familiar certainty warming his tone. "I know."

"Tell me," I urged, curious about the future he envisioned with such confidence.

His eyes met mine in the mirrored wall of the elevator, the intensity in them making my pulse quicken.

"A year from now, our daughter will be the center of a universe we've only begun to imagine.

You'll be even more fierce, more protective, more brilliant in motherhood than you are now.

And I'll still be looking at you exactly as I am in this moment—like you're the miracle I never thought to ask for. "

A shadow of something more complex crossed his features.

"Miles has been... processing the news. I think part of him is still adjusting to the idea of his ex-girlfriend carrying his half-sister."

He paused, his thumb stroking reassuring circles on my back.

"But yesterday he asked if he could help set up the nursery. Said he wants to be the kind of big brother he never had the chance to be before."

The revelation warmed something deep in my chest.

"That's... more than I hoped for." "He's growing up," Lucas said simply. "Becoming the man I always believed he could be. This baby—our baby—she's already bringing out the best in all of us."

As the elevator descended toward the lobby, toward the day that awaited us, toward the future unfolding with each passing second, I leaned into him, absorbing his warmth, his certainty, his unwavering faith in what we were building together.

"Every day," I whispered, the promise now ours alone.

"Every moment," he returned. "Every breath," we finished together, the words a covenant that would carry us through whatever lay ahead—through sleepless nights and first steps, through professional challenges and personal growth, through the beautiful chaos of the life we'd chosen to create together.

A life that would include Miles not as an obstacle to overcome, but as family—complicated, unexpected, but ultimately precious family.

A life I couldn’t wait to begin.

The End