Page 122 of The Royal Delivery
“I was too bitchy the whole time.”
I stare at her, torn between laughter and exasperation. “So, just the two children, then?”
“Definitely,” she answers, kissing me on the lips. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t pretend we’retryingfor more.”
“Yes, the trying was probably my favourite part of the pregnancy.”
“Oh, mine, too. By far.”
I lean over and kiss her neck. “Let’s promise to do lots of pretending for the rest of our lives.”
She moans a little when I hit that spot behind her ear that drives her wild. “Deal,” she says in a breathy tone.
I’m going to leave it there because the next bit might be X-rated, and this is not that kind of story...
But before I go, let me say this: love is worth every hurdle, every mess, every awful, horribly terrifying moment. To all the single guys out there, on the off chance you think you’ve met the right woman, you should bloody well knock on every door in the entire kingdom to find her, even if she is so drunk that she doesn’t realize she lost a shoe because hey, everyone makes mistakes, and she might be really perfect once she sobers up.
And I promise you, when it’s right, you won’t ever want to lose her.
Not for an hour.
Not for a second.
Not for a nanosecond.
Because it’s the people we make our lives with that make our lives. Not our careers or titles or bank accounts. I have nothing without her, even though from the outside it looked like I had everything. I am nothing without her. An empty shell of a man with a stupid crown and some shockingly big crown jewels.
But because of her, I have everything. I have two children who will have their dad wrapped around their little, tiny pinky fingers forever, I have someone to share my life with, someone to laugh with and fight with, someone to make up with, and someone to love. And the very best thing in the world is if you love someone intensely and wildly and unconditionally, and she loves you right back.
