Page 112 of The Beastly Duke's Inevitable Surrender
“If they’re girls, absolutely no gambling in their future,” Celine countered.
“What if it’s one of each?”
“Then we’ll have perfectly balanced chaos.”
“There’s no such thing as balanced chaos.”
“There is when it comes to us. We’re proof that opposites not only attract but thrive.”
He stood, pulling her up with him. “Come inside. All this talk of twins has made me want to celebrate our anniversary properly.”
“It’s the middle of the day!”
“And?”
“And we have responsibilities. Duties. Things to count.”
“The only thing I want to count right now is the number of ways I can show you how happy you’ve made me.”
“That could take a while.”
“We have a while. The rest of our lives, actually.”
“Still counting?”
“Always counting. But now the numbers only add up to happiness.”
She let him lead her inside, past Morrison—who diplomatically saw nothing—up the stairs to their chambers.
“I love you,” she said as he closed the door behind them.
“I love you too. More than anything else in existence.”
“That’s a lot of love.”
“It’s exactly the right amount. Precisely measured, perfectly calculated, to last a lifetime.”
“Or longer.”
“Definitely longer. Infinity, perhaps.”
“Can you count to infinity?”
“With you? I’m willing to try.”
The End
