Page 51 of Manhattan Heart

I nearly lost my mind with the inkling I could lose Gray.

But for Grayson… my perfect man. The one who takes care of me in every aspect. The one who makes me smile and laugh in great big belly roars and he treats me so good. He loves me so hard. If he wants a baby, I could do it for him. It wouldn’t even be a sacrifice.

That’s what love means.

The first three years of our marriage have been all about me and I’ve selfishly let it be.

Before I can tell him all this, Gray kisses my knuckles again. “You can’t talk yourself into something like this, India. My bossy wife would have told me at any point in the last four years together to put a baby in her if she wanted one.”

He’s right.

Gray can anticipate my needs like a magician.

Hungry. Horny. Tired. Moody. He knows it all.

He would have known had I been broody at any point.

“If you want kids, we’ll have them. You might have to be a house husband though.”

His lips twitch. “No team of nanny’s?”

“Hell no. Why have kids to then let someone else raise them? If they’re squeezed out of my vagina, then no other woman is getting the credit for making them into demon spawn.”

Gray chuckles. Again with more kissing. This time on my forehead. He smooths my hair back and keeps his lips there.

“You have me on an appalling sex ban, how are we making these kids?” His eyes light up.

“I don’t know, turkey baster.”

This he laughs at.

“I’m more than happy that it’s you and me, India.”

Air rushes into my lungs. God, I truly am selfish aren’t I, to feel relief?

“You color my days and give me everything I need.”

“Really? You mean it? I’ll have kids. I’m not lying.”

“Sweetheart… our life is not broken without them. We are not less because we aren’t covered in baby puke and shit.”

My stomach contracts with such warm affection and so much fucking lust. Wow, I’m swept away in the power and sexiness of his words delivered so calm and absolute.

“What about when we get old though, who’ll put us in the retirement home?”

He cuts me his pleasing look and I can’t stop myself from running a hand through his hair. Still dark as ever with the slightest sprinkling of silver fox goodness. Gray, utterly is going to age like a fine wine.

I hope I can get over my anxiety about fucking him into an early grave, because I really want to sample what older Gray will have to offer.

“It’s already taken care of in our wills.”

My eyes round. “Really?”

He grins. “Really.”

He’snever nottaking care of me.

“I love you so much, Gray.” And then. “Not just because you’re putting me in a retirement community.”

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