Page 112 of Hot Stuff
“Love you too.”
He kisses me quick and pulls back. “We’re getting married the second we get home.”
I grin. “Pa’s already working on that. He’s also got someone coming in to check the cubby house and swing set left from when I was a kid. He’ll replace them if necessary.”
“Was he excited about Micky?”
“More than. He’s talking about letting him pick which room he wants and letting him decorate it. And something about a trip to the toy store.”
Walker frowns. “We can’t replace his parents.”
“No. But he’ll never doubt he’s wanted and loved.” The words are my personal vow to him. Speaking of vows… “I want him to be part of the wedding somehow.”
“He can be my best man.”
“Yes, if you want but I was thinking more of saying vows to him as well as you. It might take a few months for the official adoption paperwork to go through but he’ll be ours in heart and life, long before he legally is.”
“We can do that. And I mean we. I’ll make vows for both of you too. We’ll start our marriage and our family the same day.”
“We kind of already have.”
“I know, but this will be special, in front of our closest family and friends, a party to celebrate.”
“We’ve got a lot to celebrate.”
“We do. Us, Micky, the Rogues.”
“Let’s plan something to combine all of those things.”
“You don’t want to wait and do something separate for the Rogues?”
“At present the Rogues aren’t really a team. We’ve got a few things in place, some people employed but other than the construction crew building what Pa keeps referring to as Rogue city, there’s just me, Nat, Blake, and Cami. And you. And you aren’t official yet.”
“We’ll fix that as soon as we’re back in Baton Rouge. Nat has been going back and forth with Drake and my lawyer the last few days. They’ve ironed out everything. I just have to sign the contract when we get back.”
“Good. I was beginning to think I’d need to resort to underhanded tactics to get your signature.” I grin.
“Oh yeah, what kind of tactics?” Walker palms my face and brings our lips closer together again.
“The kind where I don’t let you do what I see in your eyes.”
He laughs. “Never. You’ll never deny me because you’d just be denying yourself. Besides, you can’t resist me.”
“True. True. But it would be fun to try.”
His eyes take on the deeper blue of arousal, the pupils dilating. “Hmm…maybe we should give it a try. See which one of us wins.”
Now I’m laughing. “We’re both winners in this.”
“Yes, we are.” He presses a kiss to my forehead before sitting back in his seat, his hand seeking mine. “In a week I’ve gone from feeling like a loser to the luckiest guy in the world.”
Bringing my hand to his mouth, he kisses the ring he placed on my finger before we left the apartment.
“Yep. Luckiest guy in the world.”
Walker
The squeals of a happy three-year-old aren’t what I expected at my wedding. But they’re a welcome sound, far better than the music filtering through the outdoor speakers hidden in the garden beds around the backyard.
