Page 28 of Luke's Legacy
His mouth opened, and his eyes widened. He studied our faces for a full minute before whispering, “Really?”
“Really.” Katie held her free hand out to him. “Luke and I both agree that you belong here with us, and we’d like to make it official.”
He blinked rapidly, tears glistening. He swiped his arm across his nose, staring at the hand Katie offered. We waited, giving him time. This needed to be his decision. We wanted him to know he had control over his life.
He slowly lifted his hand and laid it in Katie’s. She squeezed his fingers. His gaze found mine. “Will it make you my dad?”
My heart squeezed. “If you want. You can also continue to call me Luke if you’re more comfortable.”
He considered my words before nodding. “I think I’d like having a dad.” His gaze shot to Katie. “And a mom.”
Katie’s smile lit up the room. “We’ll start working on it right away. But you can call us Mom and Dad whenever you’re ready.”
“Okay.” He jumped to his feet. “Can I tell Jonah?”
“Sure.” Katie called after him as he raced toward the door. “Don’t you want brownies?”
“Whatever!” He cackled at the word that had come to mean anything fromI don’t caretoLatertoI love you.
The door slammed shut, leaving us alone. Katie gave me a bemused look. “That didn’t go how I expected it to.”
“Never does with teenage boys. Especially shifters.” I grinned at her. “We’re going to be parents.”
A smile bloomed across her face. “We are.”
Her head rested on my shoulder. “If you had asked me three months ago where I’d be today, I would never have guessed. But I’m so glad everything worked out this way.”
“Three months ago, I told myself I didn’t deserve a mate. That my legacy could only be pain. And while I still don’t think I deserve you, I’m thankful every day that fate put you in my life.”
She slid onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “You are a good man, Luke. And I’ll keep reminding you of that. Eli and I are both lucky to have you.”
My cheeks flushed, but it got easier to hear every time she said it. Still, my embarrassment had me changing the subject. “Good enough to deserve a brownie?”
She tapped her finger on her lips. “Good enough for two.”
I swooped down and kissed her thoroughly, leaving her breathless. Then I grinned as I set her aside and reached for the brownies. “We have the house to ourselves. How about we see how many places we can get the frosting?”
She laughed as I hauled her over my shoulder, brownies in one hand, and carried her to our bedroom. Life with Katie was the dream I’d never dared to dream before, and I’d continue to thank fate and Katie for showing me the error of my ways.
