She shrugged. “I just want you to get to a year and then see if it’s still all that you want.”
His face remained blank. She was being honest and he wanted that. “It will be.”
“Good, I hope so,” she said, a grin pulling at her mouth. “It would be awkward living with someone who doesn’t want me. I’m not leaving my new house.”
“Me either,” he said, his grin matching hers.
She shook her head and then her grin dropped. “I’m actually nervous that I’ll miscarry again once we do decide to go down that road.”
“Don’t be, please,” he urged and she nodded, biting her lip.
“If I can’t have babies, will you still want to be with me?” she asked hopefully, and his heart lurched in his chest.
He didn’t even pause. “Why would you ask that? Of course, I will.”
She smiled, her eyes locking with his as she whispered, “Just making sure.”
He shot her a dubious look as Mena’s eyes slowly fell shut. Waiting a few more minutes, Kacey handed the bottle to him before getting up and carrying Mena to her crib. Laying her down slowly, she smiled as the baby sprawled out in the crib.
“She’s perfect,” she whispered, tracing Mena’s palm with her finger. “So pretty.”
“She really is,” Jordie agreed, kissing her shoulder. “So are you.”
She leaned into his face, and his eyes drifted shut before he wrapped his arms around her waist. Holding her, a part of him knew it was smart to wait because they still were young in the relationship. But the other part of him said, fuck it, let’s do it now. They hadn’t been together long, he understood that, but there wasn’t a moment he didn’t think she was the one. Even when he was pushing her away, he’d always loved her. They had spent so much time apart, and he didn’t want to waste any more time. He was in love with being in love with her. It was so fulfilling, but it was probably smart to wait it out. Enjoy them, enjoy her, and get settled. It was just easy to rush in, though. They had the love, the money, and now the house; nothing could hold them back.
Except his alcoholism.
That was the one thing that could make them crash and burn, but he was doing everything to ensure that wouldn’t happen. He was winning, he felt it, and he wouldn’t back down. But he would do as she said, wait until his year, and then he’d marry her and get her pregnant quicker than she could say yes.
He would have his happiness. His forever.
Nothing would keep him from that.
When his phone rang, he glanced down, and everything stopped. It was his mom. His stomach twisted as he declined the call, but she called back almost immediately. Glaring at it, he rejected the call again and tucked it into his pocket before saying, “Come on.”
He then pulled her toward the door, his pocket still vibrating as she checked everything to make sure that Mena was okay before following him out of the room. Once outside, he shut the door slowly before turning to reach for her, pulling her back to his chest, kissing her neck.
“I want you,” he whispered and she let out a breathy laugh.
“Do you?” she asked, turning on the baby monitor.
“Always,” he said, nibbling up her neck and then her ear as his hands explored the abs on her stomach. Slowly dropping his hands into her pants, he cupped her, his breath coming out in a whoosh and making him hard as a rock.
“Why’s my ass vibrating?” she asked as his hand stopped.
“My mom is calling,” he said, continuing to ignore it, but she turned in his arms, looking up at him.
“How many times has she called?”
He paused. “That’s the seventh time,” he said as his phone went off again.
“Should you answer?”
He shrugged, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I don’t know.”
“She could be dying or something,” she suggested and he nodded.
“So I should answer?”
She gave him a troubled look. “I have no clue, that’s up to you.”