Page 57 of The Duke
“I’ve been thinking hard about this.” Darius runs his fingers along the light curls of our child’s head. “I hope you agree because I think it fits perfectly.”
“Don’t make me wait. Tell me.” I run the tip of my nipple along our son’s small mouth and watch him root.
“Israel Jae Falcon.”
The moment Darius says his name he latches on and starts feeding. Our son’s silver eyes peering up at me, as if he agrees.
“You don’t mind?” I try not to cry, but I’m a mess, hormonal, making that impossible. “You want to name our son after my brother?”
“I do.” Darius reaches up and cups my face. “Okay?”
I nod, unable to speak as I stare down at my son, who shares my brother’s name. And for the first time since I lost him, the other half of me heals a little more.
“Then it’s settled.” Darius leans back and rests his head against my shoulder.
All this started with an unexpected kiss. A kiss that healed two souls and opened our hearts to a world of endless possibilities.
My Duke is full of surprises. Maybe one day he’ll surprise me with a daughter, a little girl with his silver eyes and stubborn streak. Just not yet—I’m not ready for that. Today belongs to the here and now. I want to breathe in this moment, to hold on tight, to revel in the miracle of this tiny family we’ve built and the man who made me believe in love again.
