Page 194 of Make Me Trust Again
“I guess it does.”
Kyle’s rushing footsteps echo against the stairs as he descends them.
“You’re so good with him. Have you ever thought about having children of your own?”
Chase’s face turns serious, brows rising. “Are you trying to tell me something, sweetheart?”
“What?” I blink, the color rising up my cheeks. “N-No. It was just a question. I would never…”
“I know.” Chase chuckles softly. “I’m just teasing you. I never thought about it. I love Kyle. He’s an amazing kid, and I’mgrateful to be a part of his life. I don’t need more than that.” Those piercing eyes focus on me as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “What about you?”
I graze my teeth over my lip, letting it pop out of my grasp.
“I grew up as an only child and wished I had siblings, but John never wanted more. Not after Kyle was born deaf.”
Chase’s jaw clenches, anger shining in his irises at the mention of John. “I hate that man.”
“I mean, he wasn’t wrong, I guess.” I shrug. “Kyle’s condition is genetic, so any child I have could be born deaf.”
“So what? There is nothing wrong with Kyle. He’s perfect just the way he is.”
The fierce protectiveness that Chase has towards my son makes my heart melt. Kyle’s lucky to have a man like Chase in his life. We both are.
“I wouldn’t change him for anything in the world.”
“He would be a very good big brother,” Chase remarks.
I bite the inside of my cheek. “He would.”
For a moment, we just stand there, looking at each other.
“You still haven’t given me an answer, sweetheart. If you could, would you have more children?”
Slowly, I nod. “Yes.”
Chase’s pupils dilate, his arms sliding lower on my back. “Good.”
“Good?” I chuckle softly. “That’s it?”
“I told you already, I’ll give you anything you want. You just have to say the word, and it’s yours.”
He did say that, didn’t he? And I know he means every single word.
“You.” I cup his face, my lips brushing against his. “I want you, Chase. I want this life we’re building. I want your love. I want to wake up next to you and fall asleep in your arms. I want your laughter, and I want to feel your body pressed against mine.And, one day, I hope we get to fill this house with a family of our own.”
“Yes, we can do that.”
“One step at a time?”
I press my lips against his, sealing my promise with a kiss. “One step at a time, sweetheart.”
