Page 72 of Shameless

He met my gaze. “I’m nervous about two.”

I was too, but I took his hand and said, “We each have two hands, and we’re working together. So we’ll figure it all out.”

As we headed to the limo, he said, “Until you start your own firm.”

I shook my head. That was impossible. I didn’t want or need to run an empire since we already had one together.

So I scooted inside and said, “No. I’m going to focus on helping my family and friends and ensuring our children and their children and their children after them are provided for, but I do want a hot dog with whole-grain mustard.”

His phone beeped again, and he read all the messages. I forgot my stomach for a moment when I saw Michael’s huge eyes.

“What’s that?” I asked.

He handed me the phone and said, “My father’s new doctor says he’s in remission.”

I read the messages from his father’s lawyers. If he lived, we would have fewer responsibilities for a while, other than supervising his parents’ spending habits and monitoring activities.

I hugged his arm and said, “Amazing. Call them and tell them about the twins. Everyone loves good news.”

“Glad you feel that way. I love you,” he said.

He held my hand and said, “Me too. We have the rest of our lives now.”

I thought he was sexy as fuck as he spoke to his parents and took care of his family with as much care as he took care of me. I’d truly lucked out. I’d never sought love, but at that moment, I had no idea how I’d ever lived without Michael.

He was wonderful. As he hung up the phone, he kissed my cheek, and we stopped at a hot dog stand. I gave myself a pass to indulge in the fast food, and I would work my butt off in the gym once the babies were born so that I could rock the next year’s clothes. Being a marchioness in New York put the whole world of fashion in my cell phone.