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He gives me an incredulous look. “I’ve waited this long. You think I won’t wait for you now?”
I shrug. “I just want you to know that I’m not putting that pressure on you.”
He reaches for me, pulling me in by the back of my neck. I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he presses our foreheads together.
“I’m not going anywhere, Low.”
I close my eyes, relief shuddering through me. I needed to hear that.
“I love you,” he murmurs. “Always.”
CHAPTER 65
SPENCER
SIX YEARS AGO
Iset the last box down, grinning in triumphant happiness as I look around.
“Come here, baby girl,” I croon, unstrapping Monroe from her car seat and lifting her into my arms. “You wanna see your new home?”
Harlow shakes her head, watching me carry our daughter around and introduce her to our tiny apartment. Though it’s small, it’s ours, and that’s all that matters.
Monroe babbles happily in my arms while Harlow trails after us. She’s still not sleeping much, and I hate that I can’t seem to get anywhere with her. She insists nothing’s wrong when it’s obvious to anyone who knows her that she’s struggling. I think she assumes it’s a failure on her part to not be happy all the time. She’s not giving herself enough credit that she carried a baby for nine months and has been taking care of her day in and day out for the past six months. She’s super woman in my eyes, but I think she beats herself up and expects more of herself.
“Are you sure this place isn’t too pricey?” Harlow asks after I’ve put Monroe in her playpen.
“It’s fine,” I promise. Things will be tight, but we’re closer to L.A. which makes things easier for me since most of thephotoshoots I’m in are around there and the few background roles I’ve gotten have also been in L.A. Considering how horrific the traffic is in the city, it’ll be nice to not have to commute.
Harlow looks doubtful, but doesn’t say anything, just picks up a box labeleddishesto unbox. I begin sorting the boxes between our room—that we’ll have to share with Monroe—the bathroom and living area. You can hardly turn around in this place, but it’sours.
We might not have much, but two hours later we haven’t made much of a dent in putting things away. Our parents were generous in gifting us old furniture and knick-knacks they no longer need, or else this place would be bare.
Monroe naps in her playpen with a full belly. Perfectly at peace in her dream state.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I turn music on at a soft volume and come up behind Harlow in the kitchen where she works on sorting the cutlery.
Wrapping my arms around her, I rest my chin on her shoulder.
“Dance with me.”
“Right now?”
“There’s never a bad time to dance with the girl I love.”
She turns around, twining her arms around my neck. “Is that so?”
“Mhm,” I hum, settling my hands on her hips. “My dad always told me that dancing in the kitchen was essential for making his marriage with my mom work.”
“Oh?” She arches a brow. “Did he say why?”
“He didn’t explain his reasoning, but I always interpreted as remembering that it’s the small moments that matter. Life is going to be hard at times, but if he has my mom that’s all he needs. And I feel the same about you. As long as I have my girls, I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
She flinches slightly. “Lucky? You’re stuck with an eighteen-year-old girlfriend and a baby.”
“Stuck with?” I laugh, thinking she’s joking, but when she doesn’t join me, I realize she’s very serious. I stop dancing and cup her cheeks in my hands. “I pick you ever day, Harlow. It has nothing to do with you getting pregnant. You’re who I want. Then, now, and forever. You hear me? Having a kid doesn’t change that.” I press my forehead to hers. “I love you.”
“Always?” she asks softly.
