Page 220 of Indulge
“Just try and relax for a few days, Reggie. It needs to heal,” Finn orders.
“Yes, doc. I’ll sit on my ass and not move.”
Finn chuckles. “No, you wanna move a bit. Keep the blood flowing.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine. Thanks for fixing me up.”
He nods. “Of course. I can’t wait for the time in our lives when we don’t have bullet holes to patch up.”
I chuckle at that. “Yeah, once we’re out of the warzone, I expect some of our children one day might bring their own chaos to our doorstep.”
My chest squeezes. I never pictured having children, but with Bella, I could. One day maybe, if that’s what she wants.
After I say goodbye, I step out into the fresh air, heading into my house. Rowan already texted to tell me they were in here.
Home.
God, that word hits different now.
When I open the door, the smell of coffee and pancakes floods the air. It’s so domestic it nearly knocks me on my ass.
They’re in the kitchen.
Rowan’s standing at the stove and Bella’s perched on the counter, hair a wild halo, flipping pancakes like it’s her full-time job. She’s in one of my T-shirts, the hem brushing her thighs, and I swear to God I’ve never seen anything more dangerous.
She spots me first.
“Reggie!”
Before I can even blink, she’s running at me, bare feet slapping against the hardwood, and then she’s in my arms, careful of my shoulder but clinging to me like she’ll never let go.
I barely get a breath before her lips crash into mine.
Soft. Desperate. Real.
Everything in me loosens all at once.
I cup her face, tasting the salt of her tears and the faint sweetness of caramel syrup on her tongue. She kisses me like she’s trying to make up for every heartbeat we lost last night.
And I let her.
Because I don’t want to stop.
Ever.
Something soft brushes against my ankle and I look down, Sassy, now not so little, is weaving between my legs with a meow.
“Hey, pretty girl,” I murmur, crouching slightly to scratch behind her ear with my good hand.
She purrs like a motor.
Rowan chuckles from the kitchen. “Guess we were all worried about you, Irish.”
Bella pulls back just enough to smile up at me. “He’s fine now. Right?”
I grin, brushing my thumb along her jaw. “Right. I’m a picture of health, baby.”
“You need to get changed,” she says softly.
