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“Yes,” I laughed, despite myself.
“I know it’s too early,” he said. “I know I’m not supposed to say it, but I’m fuckin’ in love with you.”
I grinned. “Is that right?”
“Mm-hmm. I just wanted to remind you. I also need to tell you I want everything with you. I want to live with you and read in bed and go on vacations. I want to make babies with you Winona, so many babies.”
The relief I didn’t know I’d been hoping for coursed through me like water. We hadn’t talked about kids—of course we hadn’t. But all through raising my brothers, I’d always wanted babies of my own, and I wanted them with him. And now I knew he did too. Even if he wasn’t actually supposed to tell me that.
“Well, maybe that’ll happen,” I said.Sooner than later.
“Deal,” he said.
I bit down a laugh.
“G’night Winona,” Mitchell yawned, and just like that his hand went limp.
“Mitchell?” I whispered after a moment. I rose up on hisshoulder, peering at his face. His beard was soft and short. Maybe I’d ask him to keep growing it. I kind of liked the beastly version of him.
“Mitch,” I whispered one more time.
He answered with a snore.
“I love you too.”
