Page 75 of Hate Crush
“I don’t doubt that for a second,” he agrees. “So does that mean you aren’t ready for another one just yet?”
I smile up at my husband, squeezing his fingers in mine. We’ve had five long years together, and it still feels like we are just getting started in some ways. Sebastian works with local soccer teams and runs mentorship programs, and I’m finally getting my gallery up and running. It’s taken a lot of hard work and uncertainty to get to where we are, but I wouldn’t trade a second of it.
There are some people who believe life is a series of milestones, meant to be achieved in one unfaltering order. But I disagree. Happiness is an ever-changing thing, and what I’ve learned along the way is that it’s not about the goal, it’s the journey that makes all the difference.
Truthfully, I’d much rather follow my heart than follow a dream that didn’t make sense. I had to get to where I am to figure out who I am, and it’s still something that changes daily. But there are a few things in my life I can be sure of. I love my husband and daughter more than anything else in this world, and if I had nothing else but them, I would be okay with that.
The beauty of my life is that I don’t have to choose. I can have it all, and I want to have it all with Sebastian. Including a son, and maybe even a couple more. I drag his hand over my belly and look up at the most beautiful man I’ve ever known. My partner in life, and my rock.
“I can practically already feel him there,” I whisper. “But you better take me home tonight, just to make sure you’ve done your job properly.”
Sebastian kisses me and squeezes me in his arms like he’ll never let me go, and I know without a doubt that he won’t. “Always happy to oblige, Mrs. Carter.”
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