Page 65 of Dyed and Gone to Heaven
Gabe smiled and said, “I thought we could find better uses for some of the extra rooms.”
“Sex room, arcade, home gym…”
“Those are all very good suggestions, but I was thinking more like bedrooms for our kids,” Gabe said.
I had never permitted myself to consider fatherhood in the past because I had believed it was something that would never happen to me and didn’t want to put myself through unnecessary misery. With Gabe, all things good and wonderful were possible. I didn’t yet know how or when it would happen, but raising kids with him was something I saw in my future. I didn’t need my psychic friend, Emory, to tell me it would happen.
“I hope they take after you,” I told Gabe. “There are only so many divas a house can hold, regardless of the size.”
“I’m not afraid of divas,” Gabe replied with a happy, hopeful expression on his face. “I have only one worry, and this is a deal breaker, Sunshine.”
“What, babe?” I asked.
“The entrances to that scary-ass hidden basement are getting boarded up forever. I will never go down those rickety motherfucking steps for any reason,” Gabe said resolutely.
“Deal,” I agreed. We sealed our promise with a kiss and Gabe put Princess in drive so we could head back home.
A sexy vacation, a wedding to plan, and a house to buy and furnish were on the horizon; my life couldn’t possibly get any sweeter. I had to pinch myself to be certain that I hadn’t died and gone to heaven.
To be continued…
