Page 136 of Need You To Choose Me

Something I should have been doing, but once again, I was away when they needed me.

That familiar guilt spreads through my stomach, making the bile burn my throat.

My jaw clenches, but before I get a chance to go down the road of self-loathing, Savannah groans softly, the covers rustling as she shifts in bed. Those crystal blue eyes open, blurry with sleep, cheeks flushed.

Fuck, she looks gorgeous, all sleepy and ruffled like that. Her hair is sprawled over my pillow, a large shirt swallowing her whole.

My shirt.

Mine.

Savannah might not be ready to admit it just yet, but she was mine.

Ours.

This here, it just further proved it.

A sudden surge of possessiveness slams into me, leaving me breathless in its intensity.

Her eyes fix on me, and she blinks a few times. I can see the exact moment it finally hits her. Her eyes widen, lips parting slightly. “You’re home.” Her voice is groggy, a lock of honey hair falling in her face.

Home.

There it is again.

I suck in a breath, my lungs feeling tight as I just stare at her.

“I’m home.”

Not this house or even this town, but her.

She was my home.

Savannah, my two boys, and our unborn baby.

Unable to resist it, I reach forward and brush it away, my fingers skimming over her soft skin. I trace the underside of her mouth. “I’ll always come back home to you.”

My palm slips to her nape, fingers tangling between those unbound strands.

Savannah sucks in a shaky breath. “Blake, I?—”

“Sav?”

My body goes still, and Savannah’s eyes widen at the sound of Levi’s voice.

Reluctantly, I pull back and shift my attention to my son, who’s rubbing at his eyes.

“Hey, buddy. How are you doing?”

Levi’s hand drops, his mouth falling open when he sees me. “Dad!” He sits upright, and in his haste, he kicks Daniel, who jolts from sleep. “What— Dad?”

“You’re back!” Levi yells, and before I get a chance to react, he jumps out of bed and toward me. I manage to wrap my arms around him at the very last second.

“Somebody’s happy to see me,” I chuckle softly, rubbing at his back.

He squeezes me tightly for a moment before pulling back. His face was still a bit pale, and there were bags under his eyes, but for the most part, he seemed like his usual self. “When did you get home?”

“Just now, and imagine my surprise when I find you all in bed at noon!”

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