Page 61 of I'm Yours

“Ahh!”

“Right. You’re going to feel me here. Tomorrow. The next day. I want you to remember whose you are, Sadie. Whose are you?”

“Yours.”

“Say it, Sadie. You want to come? You shout for the world to hear who you belong to. Who you’ve always belonged to.”

“And who do you belong to, Reed?”

“You, Sadie.”

“Reed,” she whispers, eyes welling with tears. “I’m yours.”

That’s all it takes. For her and me to come together. To fall apart as one. I cry out her name. She cries out mine. It’s messy and sloppy and beautiful and stunning and earth shattering all at the same time. It’s more than it was when we were kids. It’s everything.

* * *

“Ireally need to get to the studio.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Don’t you have to get Emmy off to school?”

“Mom is getting her ready today.”

Sadie buries her face in the crook of my arm, embarrassed that my mom knows exactly why I needed her to step in and play grandma of the year this morning. Not that Mom minded. Not one bit. She’d probably send us breakfast in bed if it wasn’t weird. Which it would be.

“I still have to go to work, though.”

“I think you need to take a vacation day.”

“Oh, yeah? And what would we do?”

I shrug, rubbing a hand up and down her back. “We live in the best state in the country. There’s plenty to do. Hiking. Paddleboarding. Go up to Glacier and take a long drive. Or…”

I let my hand trail lower, lower, lower.

“Or?” she asks, pressing a kiss to my chest. Her hair is even more of a mess than it was earlier. Sex hair. That’s what she has. Hair that’s been mussed up by incredible sex.

“Or, it’s very possible that the owner of the studio is sick today and really needs to stay in bed.”

“Hmm. That doesn’t sound awful.”

“I don’t think it does, either.”

Unfortunately, the sound of her doorbell chiming says that our plans are about to be interrupted. Hopefully not for long. I look at my phone and notice it’s barely after seven.

“Dad,” I groan, knowing good and damn well it’s him. Checking up on Sadie, no doubt, and wanting the scoop on what happened last night.

Sadie yelps, looks at me with wide eyes full of panic. It makes me chuckle.

“Calm down. He won’t care.”

I just told a woman to calm down and have my family jewels exposed. I must be crazy.

“Calm down?” Yup. That’s about the reaction I expected to receive.

“I just meant that I didn’t want you to get worked up since I know Dad is just here to make sure everything is okay.”

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