Page 91 of The Last Thing
“Breathe,” I say gently.
“Sorry. I’m just so excited! I’m going to go to my room and figure out what to wear.”
She dashes out of the room, and I wait to make sure she’s made it to her bedroom before strolling over to Wilson and wrapping my arms around him.
“Hi.”
Then I grab his neck and drag his lips to mine. For a second, he doesn’t move, but then he kisses me back, holding me tightly.
We break our kiss sooner than we want to because Sophia could reappear any second.
Wilson’s eyes shine with happiness, though he looks a little surprised too.
“I could get used to this.”
“What? Me welcoming my man home?”
Again, his eyes flare in surprise, but I don’t know why. This is what we’ve been building toward for weeks. If it weren’t for the endless joy in his eyes, I’d be worried.
“Daddy,” Sophia calls as she thunders back to the living room.
We step apart before she gets there, and she bounces in with an endless amount of energy.
“What’s up, kiddo?”
“Can I go on all the rides?”
Wilson laughs. “All the ones that are safe for kids your age, sure. But first you have to eat dinner.”
She’s halfway out of the room when she calls back. “But not too much. We have to save room for carnival food.”
“She’s got it all planned out,” he says with a laugh.
“She’s excited.”
He wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me closer. “So am I.”
Sophia’s headlooks like it might explode as she stares at all the rides around us.
“Which one do you want to go on first?” I ask.
She does two full spins before pointing at the large purple one next to us.
“The octopus!”
It spins and has arms that lift up and down.
“Do you want me to go with you?”
“No,” Sophia calls to Wilson, already running for the ride.
“She’s adventurous. Why do I get a sneaking suspicion you are too, but you just don’t show it?”
A predatory smile grows on his face. “I think I showed you some of it at the last carnival we went to.”
“Oh, really? Hm. I don’t remember.”
“Uh huh. I know there was nothing forgettable about that Ferris wheel ride.”
