Her grip tightens on me. “I don’t want to wait.” Already, there’s a possessive thread in her tone, and it makes me smile as she says, “I’m sure.”
I let loose a light laugh. “Then let’s do this.” It’s not as simple as that, but even before we put in the paperwork to prepare for the adoption process, we had a plan for what parenthood would look like with the two of us. I’ll cut back my hours in the Underworld and Malone will delegate a little more aggressively to create time on her end as well. We haven’t outfitted the spare bedroom into a child’s bedroom, but we have a full list of all the things we’ll need, as well as decorating choices because… of course we do.
Malone kisses me, and I can feel her confidence settling through her again, piece by piece. It might be strange that her doubt makes me love her more, but I’m so glad we talked through this. I feel fucking good about this. I lift my head enough to say, “When do we let them know?”
“In about an hour.” She presses one last kiss to my lips and guides me back a step. “Have you eaten anything since I saw you last?”
My skin heats and I can’t quite hold her gaze. “It was a busy night.” And I don’t normally like to eat meals while I’m on shift. It’s easier to inhale a power bar or something like that.
“Thought so.” She gives my ass a squeeze and releases me. “Go take a shower and I’ll heat up some egg drop soup for you.”
My stomach chooses that moment to growl and I laugh a little. “Sounds good.” I take one step away and hesitate. “Malone?”
“Yes?”
“I’m really, really happy.” Happier than I ever could have dreamed. It still blows my mind a little bit that I’ve found this with Malone, but I wouldn’t change a thing for the world.
Her smile is warm and wide. “I’m happy, too. Now, go take that shower.” She lets out a surprisingly light laugh. “We’re about to be parents.”
About the Author
Katee Robert is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Entertainment Weekly calls her writing “unspeakably hot.” Her books have sold over a million copies. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, children, a cat who thinks he’s a dog, and two Great Danes who think they’re lap dogs.
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