Page 61 of Blind Spot
“About that kid shit?”
“Everything. About how you had feelings for me for so long, how you walked away from racing, and now with this kid stuff. I just don’t want you to have any regrets.”
“I could never regret anything about you, Charly. You were created for a divine purpose, and so was I. I know that God created us for each other, you to save me, and me to protect and love you.”
I smiled as my heart raced rapidly in my chest. This all felt like a sweet dream that could be taken away at any moment.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Just how sometimes this seems too good to be true. All I ever dreamt of was moments like this. Moments where we were out on dates, living together, making love, building a family, and laughing together about private jokes that no one was in on except for us.”
We held hands across the table, and Dominic rubbed circles in the center of my palm.
“You dreamt about this shit?”
I nodded. “Ever since I was about thirteen years old, I daydreamed about you, Dom. I would write our names in intertwined hearts in my notebook and write Mrs. Charlyse Garcia-Strong in the back of them. I would write our children’s names in my diary.”
“What were their names?” His eyes twinkled with amusement, and I didn’t know whether to be pleased or offended.
“Never mind,” I muttered with a shake of my head.
He squeezed my hand and smiled. “Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.”
I was still growing accustomed to hearing him call me baby. Every time he did, a frisson of pleasure shot through me. “Charlotte Ryiann Garcia-Strong and Domingo Rafael Garcia-Strong.”
A slow smile crept over his face. “I like that. You incorporated our names into their first names and then gave them names that show individuality.”
“And in keeping with our heritage, Rafael for you, and Ryiann for me.”
“What if we have three, four, five, or even eight kids?”
I reared back and stared at him. “Boy, you’ve lost your mind. I’m not popping that many babies out of me. Besides, we’d have to get married and establish our careers first.”
“And we’re well on the road to doing that.”
“Speaking of which, I have some more news for you.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve decided to do a documentary about the street racing world.”
“That’s what’s up.”
“Yeah. I have been outlining a plan to get started.”
“Those things take time and money. But I’ve got you. Let me know what you need.”
Shaking my head, I replied, “I don’t need anything except for your emotional support. You do realize that I never did anything with the money that I got from my mother’s insurance policy and the house that I inherited in the will.”
“No. I didn’t know.”
“That’s right. I learned about all of that while you were gone. I didn’t really have anyone to talk it over with, and Ramon didn’t seem like the right person to discuss that with. So I just tucked it all away for a rainy day.”
“What about your dad?”
“I could have, but that didn’t feel right either. I just told him that I would figure something out one day. He told me to let him know if I needed anything.”
“So you’re going to use the money from the insurance policy to start your documentary?”
