Page 116 of When the Wind is Right
“I’ve got her,” I assure him, smiling at how relaxed he looks with Maisie in his arms. “You rest with her as long as she’ll let you.”
I settle into the chair by the window with her, the soft creak of the rocking chair blending with the peaceful sounds of her tiny breaths. She’s curled up against me, all warmth and sweetness.
“You know,” I whisper to my husband, “you really need to stop looking so hot while you’re holding the kids. You might make me want fifteen more.”
That definitely gets his attention. His head snaps up, eyes flashing with a mix of amusement and that oh-so-familiar warning. “Don’t tempt me, lass,” he mutters. “I’ll put the girls in their room and have you stripped down in ten seconds flat.”
I raise an eyebrow and fight back a smile that threatens to break my resolve. “Dare you.”
His smirk is pure trouble, but it’s the look in his eyes that gets me. That tenderness. That soul-deep kind of love that’s just for me. For us. For this wild, beautiful life we’ve made together.
I see plenty of babies in our future, and a whole lifetime of loving him right beside them.
