Page 148 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
“I’m having a great time, how about you?” I turned around in his arms, then pushed up on my tiptoes and kissed him.
“What did I do to deserve you?” he whispered, and my breath hitched in my throat. “Thank you for making this day so special for her. She’s never had a party like this.”
“It’s been a good day. I love seeing her so happy, you know?”
“I love seeing both my girls so happy. Every time I looked over at you today, you had this big smile on your face.”
“Maybe that was because I was looking back at you.”
“Wow. Impressive. Are you a romance author, by any chance? You’ve got a way with words.”
I laughed. “You can always whisper sweet nothings to me.”
He leaned down, nipping at the sensitive skin at my ear. “I’d love to dip my fingers beneath this little skirt you’ve got on and check between your legs to see how wet you are.”
“Well, seeing as we’re hosting a six-year-old’s birthday party, I don’t think that would be appropriate.” My words were breathy. His hand moved to my ass, and he tugged me up against him, and I groaned when I felt how hard he was beneath me.
“Well, what do we have here?” Rafe’s voice startled me, and I jumped back.
“For fuck’s sake,” Bridger grumped as he came up beside his brother. “We’re ready for cake, and you two are getting busy in the pantry?”
I laughed, and I could feel my cheeks heat as I grabbed the paper plates. Archer swatted my ass when I hurried past them to leave the pantry.
“You assholes have terrible timing,” Archer said.
“We’re waiting for cake, and you two disappeared a while ago.” Rafe raised a brow as I set the ice cream, whipped cream, sprinkles, plates, and silverware on the tray I’d set out and reached for the cake.
“It was two minutes,” Archer said, laughing.
“Yeah, two minutes too long. That Justine kid keeps shooting me daggers, and some other little boy just hit me up for twenty bucks.” Bridger took the tray, and Archer carried the cake, while I handed Rafe the lighter and the cake knife.
“It’s probably Tommy. Justine keeps stealing his undies, so he probably needs the cash to buy some new ones.” Archer snorted.
“Man, I’m glad I’m not a kid anymore. This shit is a lot to handle.” Bridger pulled the door open, and we stepped outside.
We set everything down on the table, and I called Melody over. Cutler was right there beside her like the protective cousin he was.
“Nice cake,” he said as he tossed me a wink.
I lit the candles, and we all sang happy birthday to my favorite six-year-old on the planet.
Everyone was there, and she was surrounded by so much love.
I was surrounded by so much love.
And it hit me in this moment, as Emerson and Isabelle helped me pass out cake and Archer scooped ice cream onto the plates.
Happily ever after isn’t just about finding your soulmate or the love of your life.
Happily ever after is so much bigger than that.
It’s about what you create together.
The life that you build.
The love you have with your partner. The people around you. Celebrating the little things and the big things.
Archer looked up at me, then walked over and swiped at my cheek before licking his finger. “You have some frosting on your face, beautiful.”
