“You want to have a baby?”
His smile widens. “It took you longer than expected to put that together, Mrs. Rousseau.”
I grin broadly as I tighten my arms around his waist to pull him closer. “You know how much I love it when you call me, Mrs. Rousseau.”
“Of course I do.” He kisses me again, but his kiss is hungrier this time as he seeks an answer to his proposal. “What do you think? Is there a little Gabriel Rousseau in our future?”
“Gabriel?”
His smile disappears as he looks me in the eye. “That is all I ask.”
Most women would be concerned if their husband proposed naming their baby after a child he accidentally killed. But I know that Daimon’s soul will never find peace if I don’t give him this.
I nod and my eyes well up. They’re tears of relief as I realize the endless worrying about whether or not Daimon will survive the next mission is over. They’re also tears of grief because I know I’ll miss the heart-pounding excitement and the animalistic sex that always follows a dangerous mission. And tears of joy for the adventures and the happy memories that are sure to follow.
I rest my head on his shoulder and he squeezes me so tight I can hardly breathe. “I’m afraid,” I whisper against his neck.
“Of what?”
I attempt to swallow the lump in my throat, but it’s no use. “I’m afraid I don’t know how to be a good mother.”
He takes my face in his hands again and the soft smile on his face is comforting. “That fear is exactly what will make you a good mother.” I sniff loudly and he kisses my cheek. “So what do you want to do now that we’re retired? Shall we have a drink or shall we play some bingo?” I smile, but I don’t have a chance to respond as Daimon scoops me up in his arms. “How about we go to the bedroom and finish what we started?”
I loop my arms around his solid neck, gazing at his beautiful face as he carries me to our room. “Only if we can take a long retiree nap afterwards.”
“You got it.”
“Then, can we go to the beach? Just for fun. No running or long-distance swimming.”
“The beach? For fun?” He looks appalled at this suggestion. “Only if you wear that black string bikini you bought in Bali.”
“Deal.”
He lays me down on the bed then reaches into the nightstand. When his hand comes out of the drawer, I smile at the white feather.
“What is that for?” I ask, wrapping my legs around him as he settles himself between my legs.
He traces the soft feather over my nose and cheek. “I found it in a shop today and I knew it was a sign.” He drags the feather down my neck and over my collarbone, sending chills over my skin. “I didn’t know what kind of sign it was until a few minutes ago, but now I understand.”
“What kind of sign is it?”
He lays the feather on the bed and kisses the tip of my nose. “It’s a sign that it’s time to step out of the darkness and into the light.”
I tighten my arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his scruffy jaw. “Well, how about we keep one foot in the light and the other in the dark, just in case.”
He chuckles. “Sounds like a plan. So what do you want to do after the beach?”
He slides into me and I let out a long sigh. “Oh, God.” He moves in and out of me and I try to think of a response to his question, but he’s making it very difficult. “How about… how about we… look for real estate on the internet?”
He laughs so hard he almost chokes. “Oh, chérie, you always know what to say to get me excited.”
“That excites you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“How do you feel about minivans?”
“Oh, yes. Love them,” he says as he lifts my leg and pierces me deeper. “Keep going.”
I laugh as I rake my nails over the backs of his shoulders. “Soccer practice and carpools and date night.”
Suddenly, he stops moving and looks me in the eye. “Stop right there. There will be no date night. When I want you, I’ll have you. Any night of the week. Understood?”
I smile and nod. “Yes, Mr. Rousseau. No date night.”
He thrusts into me a few more times before he lets go inside me. He releases my thigh and I seize the opportunity to wrap both my legs around his hips so he can’t pull out of me.
With his elbows resting on either side of my head, he strokes my hair away from my face as he looks down at me. “What would I do without you?”
I look into his eyes, relishing the sensation of his breath on my face for a moment before I answer. “Without the darkness, there would be no light.”
The End.
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Other books by Cassia Leo
EROTIC ROMANCE
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LUKE Series
CHASE Series
CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Forever Ours (Shattered Hearts #0.5)
Relentless (Shattered Hearts #1)
Pieces of You (Shattered Hearts #2)
Bring Me Home (Shattered Hearts #3)
Abandon (Shattered Hearts #3.5)
Black Box (stand-alone novel)
PARANORMAL ROMANCE
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually enjoying the California sunshine or reading – sometimes both.
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