Adrien is never going to hurt me. I’m sure of it. He and I, we’re fated to be together.

“What was this talk about breakfast?” I ask, and he grins.

He smooths some of my hair away from my face, and I smile up at him as I let the blanket drop from around my body. His eyes drop with it, and then the dark blue turns even darker as his eyes roam over me.

“Well, I guess that we could go eat in a little bit,” he starts, and I giggle as he boosts me up onto the kitchen counter.

“What are we going to do in the meantime?” I ask him, my tone dark and seductive.

“I’ve got a few ideas.”

I grin as he leans in and seals my mouth with his. I have a feeling that I’m going to really, really love his ideas.

TWENTY

Adrien

Five Years Later…

“You’re doing so good,”I praise Goldie as another contraction hits her.

“It doesn’t feel good,” she says, her face twisted in pain.

Seeing her in any amount of discomfort has me on edge, but I know that there’s nothing I can do for her.

“You’re amazing. I’m in awe of you, baby,” I whisper to her as she squeezes my hand.

I think she might have broken a finger or two, but I’ll never complain. Not if it’s helping her through this.

“Never again. We are never having another kid,” she tells me, and I nod quickly.

“Never,” I agree.

She sucks in a deep breath, trying to remember the breathing techniques we learned in Lamaze class.

“Hey there, Kirke family,” Dr. Jones says as she bustles into our hospital room. “Let’s take a look and see how things are progressing, shall we?”

The nurses move out of the way as Dr. Jones checks the monitors and Goldie’s chart before she rolls her chair over to see how dilated she is.

“Your contractions are coming pretty quickly now so it’s almost time to push. Are you two ready to meet your little boy?” She asks us, and I nod.

Goldie clenches her teeth and my hand as another contraction hits, and I brush her hair away from her damp forehead.

“Just breathe. We’re getting closer,” she tells us as the nurses start to move about the room.

“It hurts,” Goldie cries, and my heart breaks a little.

“I know. I’m so sorry, baby. If I could take your place, I would,” I tell her, and that’s the damn truth.

Her face twists up again as Dr. Jones comes back over.

“Ready to start pushing?” She asks Goldie.

“Yes,” Goldie says, pushing the word through her clenched teeth.

We were both so excited when we found out that she was pregnant. Goldie was absolutely glowing her whole pregnancy. I’ve never seen her look so beautiful, even when she told me she looked and felt like a whale, she was gorgeous.

We decorated the nursery together and read all of the baby books we could. This whole experience has only brought us closer and made me fall in love with Goldie all the more. She’s been so strong, so positive, and brave these past nine months.