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Declan smiles broadly. He’s so fucking breathtaking. So strong. So smart. So much a fucking man it turns my ovaries incandescent. I want him all the fucking time. I want to be with him all the fucking time, despite my fears of being suffocated.
“I’ll tell ya. I’ll tell you so many times you’ll get tired of fucking hearing it.”
“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that anytime soon.”
“I’m holding you to that, Poppy.” He lies us down and nestles himself between my legs. Pinning my hands to the mattress, he takes total control, and I let him. I welcome it. When he slides back inside of me, I sigh with a strange relief.
It’s what I want. To be right here, with him, is exactly where I’m meant to be.
17
Declan
I wakeup alone and to a quiet room.
Fallon’s side of the bed is cold, and it makes me anxious. I throw the covers off and hurry to put my pants on. Ling set up an entire freaking nursery last night for Aisling, so that’s the first place I check. The pressure in my chest alleviates when I find the two of them together. Fallon swaying with Aisling in her arms by the huge picture window that looks out over the expansive backyard and beautiful Long Island Sound.
It’s a sight for sure. The best possible vision to discover. A growing bond between the two epic loves of my life.
“You’re up early.” I stand beside Fallon and gaze out at the stunning landscape.
“I couldn’t sleep. Neither could she.”
“You two are a pair.”
“Think you’re going to be able to handle us?”
“I’ve been keeping my head above water so far.” I peer down at her and then steal a good morning kiss. Aisling can’t be left out. She grabs my cheek when it’s within reach. “I have one for you too, baby.” I press my lips to my daughter’s forehead. There is a swell of pride inside me that I can't even begin to explain. It just engulfs my entire being. It makes me feel complete. I can’t lose what Fallon and I are building. I won't let anyone ruin it or take it away. There is one obstacle left in our path, and I vow to destroy it.To cut out the cancer that is Ronan Kennedy.
My family will be happy. They’ll be safe. My daughter will have the future she deserves, and Fallon will have the freedom that she craves.
“We should probably start getting ready. Change this little one and take a shower.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“To change a dirty diaper? Definitely.” Fallon hands me Aisling.
“Sneaky. And you know that’s not what I meant.”
“I’ll keep the water running for you,” she purrs seductively like the damn temptress she is.
My morning wood is going to morph into a petrified tree at this rate.
I change Aisling as quickly as I can, then go on a hunt for an interim babysitter. No one seems to be awake, so I do the only logical thing.
“March, are you awake?” I whisper loudly in his ear.
“I am now, motherfucker.” He opens his eyes and is none too happy.
“Can you watch her for like ten minutes?” I drop Aisling in his bed.“I gotta shower.”
“Where is Fallon?”
“In the shower.”
“The same said shower you’re getting into?”
“That’s the one.”
