It was fucked.
Beyond fucked.
“And you don’t have to,” I rushed out.
“Till—”
“Seriously, I’m fine with never having kids.”
“But you want them. And?—”
I covered his mouth with my hand.
His eyes narrowed, nearly distracting me.
I didn’t let him. “Even before you and this, I always assumed that having kids wasn’t in my future because my focus was on building my career. If I was already happy with that, then I’m obviously more than happy now that the future also includes you.”
He turned his head to uncover his mouth. “You gonna let me finish a damn sentence?”
“That depends.”
“On?”
“Are you going to be a heavy-handed jackass who tries to push me away because you think you know better?”
“Fuckno. Already told you there’s no going back, Luna. You’re mine.” He repositioned me so he could fill me again. “This ismine. If you think that I’m stupid enough to let what we have go, then I’m not doing a good job of showing you how in this I am.”
“I’m very aware of howinit you are,” I teased with a hip wiggle.
It distracted him the way I wanted, and he used his hold to slide me up and down his length a few times before planting deep again. “Like I said, you’re different. This is different. I never regretted my decision not to have kids or settle down till you. Already been thinking about it, but when I was holding Bonny earlier, I couldn’t get it out of my head.”
Guessing Bonny was Nox’s baby, I focused on the rest of what he said. “What?”
His gaze heated, and his dick seemed to grow somehow harder as he slid his hands from my hips to cup my little belly. “Putting my baby in you. Starting a family with you. Living a life I never thought I’d have or even want.”
“And you’d want that?”
“More than my next breath, baby. I want everything with you.”
My heart surged, breaking all those locks I kept so tightly secured, bringing the abstract future I’d worked hard to ignore into something real and plausible. Something I could picture so vividly, it was like a memory already seared in my brain.
Overwhelmed and stunned, I leaned down to bury my face in his chest. There was no way to shove the feelings back down, and no reason to, either. I did, however, temper my expectations. “We don’t have to decide anything right now. This is new. It might?—”
“If you’re about to say it might end, I’m going to handcuff you to the bed.”
“I could get behind that.” I lifted my hand to gesture vaguely over my shoulder. “Or you can get behind. Either way.”
“Your cuteness isn’t getting you out of this.”
“What if I add that you’re handsome?”
His hand went up the back of my hair to fist the strands as he tugged me up, forcing me to meet his somber eyes. “You have doubts about us?” I opened my mouth, but he added, “Not trying to be confrontational. Swear I’m not. If you’re having them, I wanna know so I can fix it.”
“If you’d let me finish, I would’ve said that it might not be a possibility even if we both want it. I don’t know the logistics behind a vasectomy or a reversal.”
“Then we go a different medical route. Or adopt. Or do both.” Rhys cupped my face. “Not fuckin’ around here, baby. I want this. Want you. What I sure as hell don’t want is to waste time just to say we waited.” A hint of a smile brought out his dimples. “Me and my old man knees are too old for that shit.”
It was fast. Way too fast.