Page 92 of Tattered Souls
“I’ve never not worked, Garrick. I’ve never not made my own way. Even when I lived with Granger, I paid half.”
That was when he nodded, “Okay. Tell you what. You find a job that you love, love it so much that it doesn’t feel like you work at all, and I’ll be okay with that.”
“But?” I asked.
He sighed, then he pinched the bridge of his nose. “But Dad made Mom stop working because she was happiest home withthe kids. She liked that she was there for us no matter what we needed. And... fuck, this is going to make me sound like a dick, but I want that for my kids.”
I nodded, “Okay, I get that. And I would like that very much. But I can’t stand the thought of you working like a dog to take care of me and our kids.”
He nodded, then crooked his finger.
I went to him without hesitation and watched as he pulled out his phone, typed something, and then showed me his bank account.
I gasped.
Umm. Okay.
He winked. Then, he pocketed his phone and wrapped his arms around me. “The moment you have my last name, that becomes yours too. You want to buy every Michaels’ store. Go for it. I still won’t have to break my back to take care of us. And if it came to that, I have plenty to sell off, so you don’t ever have to worry.”
I bit my lip, then pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw and pulled out my phone.
I pulled up the account that I had put Granger’s money in and showed him. His eyes widened at the sight.
“That’s what Granger left me. I want to use it to send our kids to college. I think he would be happy with that.”
He nodded, “Love that, baby.”
“Love you, Honey.”
“That’s ten.” He said. “Love you, too.”
Then he pressed a kiss on my lips and whispered, “I was right.”
I tilted my head to the side. “You were right about what?”
“All I had to do was have patience, and you would show me those claws you got. Fucking magnificent, baby.”
My heart went gooey at his words.
Then he asked, “Are we done fighting now?”
I nodded.
“Well, then how about one more fight, and then we can have makeup sex,” he suggested.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What now?”
“Own this place. Don’t have a mortgage. But it was mine before we became an us. So, do you want to stay here and raise our family in it? Or find somewhere else?”
I stared up at him and said, “Stay here. I love this house. I love everything about it. But... can we make one change?”
He nodded, “Whatever you want.”
“Remodel our master bathroom. I’d really like to have a tub.”
He winked, “Call my buddy tomorrow.”
I winked, “Thank you, Honey.”
