“Just nervous,” she admitted. “It’s all so scary because it’s everything I want.”
A mystified look came over his face as he shook his head. “Yeah, I have no clue what to say to that.”
“I don’t even know what to say,” she admitted, leaning her forehead to his. “But don’t worry about it.”
“No, I will worry about it,” he said, lifting her chin with his finger. “What do I have to do to ease your concerns?”
She shrugged. “I have no clue,” she said and she was being honest. She didn’t know what he could do to fix her worries. It was all on her. She either believed in them or she didn’t.
“I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what it is.”
Looking up at him, she bit her lip. She needed to get a grip. This man was here, he was hers, and what else did she want? How much more reassurance did she need? He had become the man he felt she deserved. He woke up every morning with a grin on his face and I love you falling off his lips. He looked at her like she was the Stanley Cup and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. He loved her and that’s what she wanted. She needed to stop creating problems in her head. They had the potential to have loads of them, so she needed to enjoy right now, like Lacey said.
“Don’t do anything,” she said, looking up at him. “Except get the computer so we can look at houses.”
His face didn’t change like she thought it would. His eyes were still trained on hers, his breathing hard. “Really?”
“Yeah, I just never thought I’d have you, and I’m still waiting to wake up,” she admitted, and his lips curved up at the side before his arms wrapped around her.
“You’re not dreaming, baby,” he whispered against her lips. “This is real. This is our life.”
Our life.
He was so invested, so sure, and she knew she was too, but still, she worried.
And she wasn’t sure if it was a survival tactic to prepare for the worst.
Or if it was really her subconscious telling her they weren’t going to last.
Either way, she wrapped her arms tighter around his waist and decided that she wouldn’t make him worry. Her fears would buff out and everything would be fine.
She hoped.
Squaring off in front of Jordie, Kacey set her stick to the ice and grinned.
“The name of the game is I win, you lose,” he teased and she laughed.
“Other way around, buddy,” she called out around her mouthguard as she stretched out her neck. “You’re going down.”
He gave her a dismissive look and shook his head. “Don’t hurt yourself, sweetie,” he called, moving the puck back and forth. “Now, when I win, we go to the three houses I like first. You win, we go to yours.”
They had spent the last couple of nights looking at different houses and talking to a Realtor. Kacey was excited to see what they had picked out in person but really excited to know that they’d be staying in Karson and Lacey’s neighborhood. Especially since her parents had just bought the house next door to them, despite Karson’s protests. She was glad that they bought before she and Jordie did. Knowing her dad, he’d pick her to move next door to, and there was no way in hell she could deal with her father on a daily basis. She loved her daddy, very much so, but he was loud and liked to tell her what she should be doing.
First, it would be the lawn, then what color the shutters should be, then he’d be redecorating their house. And the next thing you knew, he’d be naming their children. Then, Lord, her mother would be over every day cleaning and teaching her how to cook, while making them both fat with all the food she prepared. Nope, Karl and Regina King could stay right next to her big brother and his wife. Then again, physical distance couldn’t keep them out of her way before, so she doubted a few streets over would keep them at bay. Might as well get used to the idea of them poking their noses into their business. Thankfully, Jordie loved them as much as she did.