Page 82 of Logically Broken
His eyes bounce between my own, trying to read me.Good luck. I can’t read myself.“Yeah, before we got married they’d told me they wanted to give it to me for a wedding present, but I told them I wanted to be married to you first so it came to us, not me. I wanted you to be a part of the decision.” He says all of this with simple, earnest honesty.
My heart thuds a little stronger in my chest at the way this manhas been treating me. “Carter, you don’t have to keep winning me, you know. I’m here. I’ve forgiven you.”
His face transforms from earnest to serious, his eyebrows lowering. “Of course I need to keep winning you.” He pulls my face towards his and gives me a gentle kiss. “You’re the most important person in my life, Becks. I’m going to prove it to you for the rest of our lives, together—hopefully in this house.”
“Carter.” My mouth shapes his name, and I push as much warmth into is as possible so he feels the words I’m saying. “You’re my one. Thank you. Thank you for—for everything. I know I’m terrible at telling you these things, but I love you so much.” I kiss him back, breathing him in and threading my fingers through his hair, but he pulls away.
“No, why’d you stop?” I tug on his hair and he lets out a low laugh.
“First of all, because my parents are watching us through the mirror in the hallway.” I back away from where I was still pulling on him to kiss me again as heat fills my cheeks. Carter’s hand raises to brush over the blush. “Secondly, do you need to think about it?” His eyes are excited but still a little unsure.
I can’t help my scoff. “Do I need to think about a house being given to my husband and I? Are you kidding?” The thought is intoxicating, and it’s taking everything inside of me to not start cataloging every single change and imagining our eclectic collection of goods inside this very room. Involuntarily, my eyes cut to the walls, covered in nineties’ era chicken wallpaper extending from the kitchen.
“Ye-yes? Wait, no?” I cut my eyes back to him, my body suffused with warmth, joy, belonging, excitement. I let it out in a burst of unfiltered joy.
“No, I don’t need time to think about it at all. This is amazing, Carter!” I hop into his lap and smoosh his handsome face between my hands, giving him a smacking kiss. His arms slide around me, anchoring me to him. I back up and meet his eyes. Hopefully conveying all of my certainty in my face, words, and actions. Nodding my head, I lean forward and add another detail, something we’ve already been discussing. “Let’s make some babies and fill this place up,Mr. Stewart.” I whisper against his ear, deliberately brushing it with my lips.
A clearing of a throat reminds me that we aren’t alone, and I flush a little, but unabashedly remain in his lap, which is good because Carter doesn’t release me from his grasp. Instead he leans into me, whispering into my own ear. “Sounds like a plan, my LCC.” He says quietly, just loud enough for me to hear. Without warning, Carter stands with me in his arms, making me squeal, and walks me past his parents into their—ourliving room which is filled with all of the cheesy, gooey goodness our binge-and-veg-a-thon is all about.
“Bye kids!” His parents call out to us before I hear the door close behind them.
Still in Carter’s arms, I look at him with a question in my eyes.
He answers me with a look in his.
“I guess this is our house now.” I say aloud.
“It really is.” He responds with a smile.
“This is our life.”
“Yes it is.”
