Page 95 of Worth the Want

I walk over to her, pulling her into my arms. “Long enough to hear the new title,” I say, grinning.

She pulls back to look up at me. “Is that okay?” Her voice is tentative but deeply hopeful, melting me.

“More than okay. She deserves to have a mother, and you more than deserve the title.”

Smiling, she gets up on her tiptoes to kiss me slowly at first, then with more force. I lean back, needing to tell her something.

“Do you remember that question you asked me a few months ago?”

“I ask you a lot of questions. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

I smile, looking at this woman who’s brought me back to life, made me feel young again, and showed me how to believe in love.

“I want more kids, Indie. If they’re with you, I want them.” A brilliant smile breaks across her face

“I love you, Knox.”

“I love you, Indiana.”

Being with Indiana is wanting in all forms and all definitions. I want her wholly—mind, body, soul. In every lifetime, in every timeline; she is worth the want.