Page 43 of Tyre
Our parents reached us, and I reluctantly tore my mouth from his. Mom pulled us both into a teary hug while Dad clapped Ares on the back, his eyes suspiciously bright. His parents did the same, offering their congratulations.
“We’re so happy for you two,” Mom said, squeezing my hand. “Both of you.”
“What’s next?” his mom asked.
Although she probably meant if I needed to do anything else before I could leave, I decided now was the perfect time to announce my plan for the coming year. “Getting pregnant so we can build our family of baby bikers and swimmers.”
“A grandbaby,” the moms squealed, even happier at this news than they were over me winning the gold.
Ares never took his eyes off me while we chatted with them, and I caught the flash of heat in his eyes at my answer. He pulled me closer, like he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between us. Then he dipped his head, his breath hot against my ear as he asked, “You want me to knock you up?”
Tilting my head back to grin up at him, I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then we’d better get the fuck outta here so we can get started.”
That was all the warning I got as he tossed me over his shoulder, laughter from our loved ones drifting toward us while he carried me from the stands.
I totally missed someone snapping our photo, but of course it was a picture that appeared all over the media the next day. And a framed copy sat on our bedside table, right next to one of me standing on the podium with my teammates.
