Page 219 of Force Play
“What will we do if it doesn’t work this time?” she asks, raking her fingers through my hair.
“We’ll try again. As many times as it takes.”
She smiles at me so sweetly. “Are we officially in ourTrying For A Babyera?”
“Yes,” I smile back. “We’re trying. We don’t have to tell anyone if you don’t want to.”
“Let’s keep it to ourselves. Let it just be for us.”
“That’s fine with me.” I lean down and capture her lips. “I’m excited to take this journey with you.”
“There’s no one else I’d rather be on this journey with.”
If you had told me six months ago I’d be trying for a baby with Lucia Torres, I would have laughed in your face. I didn’t want kids, and Lucia and I couldn’t stand each other.
Funny how things change, isn’t it?
What I didn’t want then is everything I’m dying to have now.
I didn’t think I’deverwant to settle down, but now I’m picturing houses in the suburbs, pink and blue nurseries, big backyards, and a home filled with love and laughter.
The fact that I get to have all of that with Lucia, the woman who owns every piece of my heart, just makes it all that much sweeter.
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Arirusheshomeaftertoday’s early afternoon game. I need to meet with Dr. Coltrain because, apparently, becoming the new Head Trainer means my input is valuable when it comes to hiring a new trainer to fill Logan’s spot.
The position is officially open, and we spend at least two hours going through applications and resumes, weeding out the ones that don’t have the right qualifications and compiling a list of people we’d like to interview.
At least we’ve narrowed it down now. We’re still going to have to do a lot of interviews, so I know this process is far from over, but we’ve got it started, and that’s step one.
When we finish for the day, I trudge to my car and head back home.
The elevator ride feels like forever—there are definite downsides to living in a penthouse—but I do eventually arrive.
I open our front door, and I’m practically assaulted by the strong aroma of coffee.
“Ari?” I say, hanging my bag and umbrella on the hooks—at least the rain waited until after the game.
“Kitchen,” he calls.
I walk out of the entryway and find my boyfriend smiling widely from his perch on the kitchen counter.
“Why do you look so happy?” I ask. The Stars lost this afternoon, so it’s certainly not because of that.
In response, he holds up a mug and hands it to me. But not just any mug. It’s my favoriteMe Goose-tamug.
“What is this?” I look at him curiously because I’m seriously confused right now.
“Take a sip,” Ari urges me, and I finally relent.
“Mmm. Is this a peppermint mocha?”
“Yes,” he smiles. “Made with the brand new espresso machine we have.”
I glance past him and find a large coffee maker that we definitely didn’t have when we left for the game this morning.
