Page 221 of Keeping Kasey
My heart flutters in my chest, and even though I promised myself I’d wait until tomorrow, I can’t bring myself to pass on the perfect opportunity.
“Nothing?” I ask with a lifted brow.
Another shake of his head.
“Not even a baby?”
Logan’s mouth opens, but nothing comes out. His eyes widen, filled with hope and disbelief, as his hands slowly circle my waist to cup my stomach.
“Kasey,” he says slowly. “Are you—are we?”
I nod, incapable of stopping my face-splitting grin.
One second, my feet are firmly planted on the ground. The next, I’m wrapped up in Logan’s arms as he spins us, and our laughs are a harmony of pure joy.
He eventually slows and brings me back to earth, leaning down to kiss me hard.
“You’re right,” he murmurs against my lips. “Thisis the happiest I have ever been.”
I wholeheartedly agree with him.
EPILOGUE 2
Logan
Five years later
“Carter! Don’t you dare get in the water after Mom just gave you a bath!” I shout as I pack up the cooler and beach towels to go inside for the day.
“I want to see the fish again,” my son whines with a wicked pout he inherited from his mother.
“I don’t care if you’re discovering Atlantis over there—I said no.”
His pout turns to a full-on frown, and I can see the tantrum brewing behind his green eyes.
I call out before he gets the chance to explode. “If you can run over here in three seconds, I’ll give you a piggyback ride to the house.”
A challenge, paired with a reward, is my kid’s kryptonite.
Any anger melts into determination as he bolts through the sand like a bullet straight for me. He doesn’t hit the brakes in time and collides with my legs, bringing me to the ground as he falls on top of me.
My first instinct is to check him for injuries, but when I hear his bubbly laugh, I know we’re in the clear.
My little psychopath has a lot of power packed into him.
“What are you doing?” I exclaim, prompting even more of his infectious laughter. “You little wrecking ball.”
“I’m stronger than you!” he taunts as he stands over me.
“Is that right?”
He’s nodding when I snatch him and drag him down next to me in the sand. I’m careful that he doesn’t hit his head, but once he’s down, I don’t show the kid an ounce of mercy. I tickle him until his laughter echoes so far down the beach that it can be heard on the other end of the island.
“Ahhh!” he shouts through uncontrollable laughter. “I can’t—Mommy! Help!”
“That’s cheating!”
“What are you doing out here?” Kasey’s voice carries over our laughter as she makes the short walk to us from the house. “The neighbors are complaining about how loud you’re being.”
