Page 47 of The Hitman

“You once accused me of keeping you and Leo in a prison…” He glances at the island around us. “This might be prettier, but I’m not sure it’s much different.”

I lift up on my tippy toes, kissing away any insecurities that he somehow trapped me here.

“We made prison our paradise,” I say, nipping his lower lip. “Might as well marry the warden.”

He laughs, wrapping me in his arms and sighing contentedly. “I’m happy here, Callie. With you and our family, and nothing but time to kill.”

“That’s good. Because if we’re gonna be boring now, I expect full suburban dad energy.”

Jaxon’s brows pinch. He pulls back just enough to see if I’m joking, but my hand falling to my lower belly is confirmation enough.

“You’re pregnant?” he breathes.

I nod, swiping at the tears that refuse to stop and laughing when he swivels toward the window and shouts, “She’s pregnant!”

We see their silhouettes bounce excitedly, cheering us on with all the love in their hearts, and I know, without a doubt, that this sweet baby will be well taken care of.

Jaxon cups my face and kisses me senseless. My world tilts, my heart sings, and in the midst of it all, I’ve never felt more at home.

“Just so you know, I draw the line at cargo shorts,” he mutters against me.

“Noted.” I tip my head. “But what about minivans?”

He groans dramatically, angling us away from the window before deepening our kiss. I cling to him, fists balled into his shirt, as he ravages my mouth in a way that’s both tender and feral.

“I love you.” He kisses the corners of my tear-stained eyes. “I love you,” he says again, pressing his lips to the tip of my nose. “I love you so much, Callie.”

Then he rests his forehead against mine, and with everything I have to give, I whisper, “I love you more.”

THE END