Haven rolled her eyes, but her face shone with love for both of them. “These moments… I swear I couldn’t love that man any more than I already do.”
I peered over at Killian, who lined up for his shot, his expression focused, but his body relaxed. I couldn’t love Killian any more than I do—he fit me.
Drum ran up to him just as he swung to hit the ball and distracted him. He missed.
Crisis, Ream, and Logan laughed their asses off, but unlike his band mates, Killian wasn’t competitive and it didn’t bother him.
He crouched to pat Drum, who panted, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth because he was missing one fang tooth. We didn’t know his age as Killian had adopted him from a Pomeranian rescue, but they told him he was six or seven years old.
Killian stood and his gaze drifted to Melody, Crisis, and Haven, who sat on the ground with them. We never talked about kids. I knew he didn’t want them and I’d accepted that. I had a family, and Killian and I’d never regret giving up having them.
“Oh, my God, Tear. No,” Emily shouted as her dog took off with her ball and Drum chased him, panting. Everyone laughed.
Except Killian. He was stalking toward me, his expression calm, but serious.
When he reached me, he put his finger under my chin and his thumb grazed my lower lip. “Love you, Savvy.”
I placed my hands on his chest, smiling. “I love you, too.”
He leaned in and kissed me, soft, gentle, and brief. “I’m going to have to fuck you more often.”
I laughed. “Are you not satisfied with our sex life, Killian?”
“Mmm,” he murmured against my mouth as he kissed me again. “I’m more than fuckin’ satisfied, but if I want you carrying our child, I need to fuck you more often.”
My mouth dropped open and eyes widened. “Our child?”
He kissed me again, this time deeper, and my knees weakened. But it wasn’t only from the kiss. It was from the excitement sparking through me. Killian wanted a baby.
He drew back and wiped the tear spilling down my cheek. “Can’t promise you I won’t be overprotective. We’re going to have to check school districts for the best ones. And I don’t want to live in the warehouse with the kids. They need to be close to a park or somewhere they can play sports and we should—”
I cupped his cheek. “Killian. You’re going to be an amazing dad. And maybe we can talk about that once I get pregnant.”
I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.
“Stop kissing your girl. It’s her shot,” Crisis shouted. “You already held up brunch because you were fu—”
“Crisis!” Sophia reprimanded. “Don’t you dare.”
“His ass needs kicking,” Killian said.
I laughed. “It does.”
He grinned. “Be right back, baby.”
THE END