Page 90 of What's Left of Me
“I want everything with you, Farrah. Babies, life, retirement, bickering when we’re eighty, the works.”
“Should we get married first?”
He shrugs. “If you’re dreaming of a wedding, I’ll make it happen. If not, I couldn’t care less. A piece of paper doesn’t determine our life together.”
I hum in thought. “I think I want to get married. I don’t particularly care if a baby comes before or after, but I want to be selfish and have both.”
“Then we’ve got some planning to do.” Knox grins, kissing the hell out of me.
Our future stretches out in front of us like a dream come true. Everything I’ve ever wanted is just waiting for me to take hold of it and never let go. Not a single thing is standing in the way of our happily ever after, and I can’t wait to live it every single day.
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