Page 65 of Boss with Benefits

“You are not your father, and I am not your mother. If you ever got physical with me, I would drop you on the spot. Then I would take my son and leave forever, never to return no matter how much I love you.”

He nodded. “I believe you.”

“And we have your good friend Deacon watching out for us.”

Brady’s arms slid around her waist, and he chuckled. “That’s right. Forgot about Deacon. I feel the need to warn you he can be intrusive, and he will probably put his nose into every aspect of our lives.”

“Good.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Good?”

“He can be your safety net, so you can stay with us and be happy.” She jerked her chin in the direction of the security checkpoint. “Although, it might be hard for Deacon to watch over us if we’re in another country.”

Brady took her hand and pulled her over to a row of blue plastic chairs. They sat next to each other. Her stomach muscles tightened as she worried he might tell her he still wanted a divorce. He gently separated her fingers with his.

“If we’re being honest, I have a confession to make,” he said.

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “Confession?”

“I started picturing a future with you weeks ago.”

“You did?” Nervous, she tucked stray strands of hair behind her ear. “Exactly what did you picture? Tell me.”

A cute slightly red tint came to his cheeks, and he gave her a sheepish smile. “We were happy. You, me, and Axl. But I saw us with another two or three kids, too. What do you think about growing our family?”

She couldn’t keep the huge smile off her face. “I would love that.”

“You would?”

“Yes! After Axl was born, I decided to keep to myself and just concentrate on him. If you and I hadn’t been forced to get married to keep him safe from Randy, I never would have gotteninto another relationship. At least not until Axl went away to college. I never thought I’d have the opportunity to have more children.”

Brady bent forward and placed a quick kiss on her lips. “That would have been a shame. You are such a great mom. You should have a dozen kids.”

“A dozen?”

“Two dozen.”

Her eyes widened, and a nervous laugh burst from her mouth. “Hold on there, stud. I’m okay with another kid or two, but let’s not get crazy.”

“We’ll have as many or as few as you want. As long as you are my wife, I don’t care about the details. Whatever you want, I will spend the rest of my life giving it to you.”

She kissed him, a long and lingering kiss. “You might be sorry you made that promise. I can be demanding.”

“Whatever you want,” he repeated. “Anything.”

“Hmm. Well, I want another wedding. A small one in a church with all our friends in attendance.”

“Done. Anything else?”

She kissed him again. “I want to have your last name.”

He chuckled. “Done. I will change it to Michael Brady so we can share a last name.” He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Or Brady Michaels. Your choice. Anything else?”

“Yeah. As a matter of fact, there is one more thing I want.”

“Name it.”

She playfully punched him in the arm. “I want half the business. Fifty-fifty.”

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