Page 106 of Chasing the Ring
“Good news?”
“It’s not in the bag yet but looking good.” I clear my throat. “Hey, Mad, will you come over here and hold this rod for me? I want to give Mommy a big hug.”
Maddox splashes over to me through the shallows of the stream like he’s on methamphetamines which, of course, causes his big brother to palm his forehead and mutter, “What the heck?”
A moment later, when I’m sure my wild child has the rod firmly in his little hand and the handle of mine is firmly wedgedbetween two rocks, I head over to my wife and gently crush our cooing baby girl between our warm bodies. “I love you, Mrs. Maguire,” I whisper. “More than I could have imagined possible.”
“What brought this on?”
“Nothing. I’m feeling happy and in love, and I wanted to tell you so.”
Iris’s features soften. “I love you, too. Thank you for turning our life into a real-life fairy tale.”
“I didn’t do that. You did. I love you, Iris. So much.” I kiss her cheek. “And I promise I always will.”
