Chapter 50
FIFTY
NOAH
“Your brothers are all staring at us.”
I spin with her in my arms so she can see the four of them standing at the bar, eyes trained in our direction.
With a shrug, she focuses on me again. “Don’t look at them. Look at me.”
I smile. Fuck, do I love this girl. “Okay, baby. I can do that.”
Tonight has been incredible. Holding her in public like this is a dream come true.
It’s been six years since the last time I could do it, and now that I’ve gotten another taste of how it feels, I’m unwilling to stop.
We’ve danced for three songs already, and I plan to hold her for the rest of the night.
“If you couldn’t play hockey, what would you do?” she asks.
Surprise flashes through me, making my heart stutter. “Still trying to make a decision about your future?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve made up my mind.”
“Care to share?”
She tips her head back and beams up at me. “Eventually. Not tonight, though.”
I nod. I’m okay with that. Honestly, she doesn’t have to work, but like me, there’s no way she could just sit still.
“So what would I do if I couldn’t play hockey?” I repeat her question. “Maybe coach Ollie’s little league?”
She giggles, the tinkling sound the prettiest music. “That doesn’t pay.”
“I don’t need the money. And it would pay in quality time with my son, which is all I really want.”
She hums. “Do you want more kids?”
The smile that splits my face is huge. I can’t help it.
We might have played with the kink of it all, teasing about impregnating her, but this is a real conversation, and it’s the first one we’ve had on the subject.
If it wasn’t obvious to everyone in this room that I’m in love with Sienna before now, there’s no way they can’t see the hearts in my eyes at this moment.
I tug her closer, squeezing her soft waist. “Before meeting you, no,” I say honestly.
“And if I never found you again, absolutely not. Ollie is my world. And if you don’t want any, that’s okay too. ”
Her lips twitch. “But?”
She knows me so well.
I lean down, my mouth at her ear. Fuck appearances.
I don’t care how it looks. “But if you want babies, Sienna, then I would love nothing more than to fuck you until you’re carrying my child, your belly swollen with the life we created together.
You’re my future. With or without children.
” I pull back and meet her eye. “I just want you. Forever and always. My soulmate. My love. My everything.”
Lips parted, speechless, she searches my face.
Fuck, what I’d do to kiss her right now.
“We need to leave,” she murmurs.
“Huh?”
“Make up an excuse. Say you feel ill. Anything. But we need to go.”
My heart sinks. Dammit. Did I push too hard? I thought we were past the apprehension and second-guessing. “Sienna.”
She shakes her head. “Now. I want all of that. Now. Take me home. Put a baby in me. Be mine forever, but it has to start now. Please.” Her words are whispered, but they’re filled with heat and desire and lust and love. She hasn’t told me yet, but she’s shown me.
I’m a patient man. I’ve been so fucking patient. But I need to hear more. I need to hear the words. So I coax her to continue. “Why, baby? Why do you want all of that?”
She gets it. She knows me. We can say all of this without words because her heart matches mine. They fit together perfectly. After years apart, she’s mine. And with her in my arms and her eyes locked on mine, I can sense her every thought. Still, I need her to say it.
When she opens her mouth and the words come out, I swear my heart doubles in size.
“Because I love you, Noah Harrison,” she breathes, her eyes misting over. “Because I’ve loved you while you were in front of me, and I loved you when we were apart. I think maybe my last name didn’t matter all those years ago because I knew one day I’d have yours.”
My heart pounds, my chest filling with pride, even as my cock swells, straining against my zipper. I need her so badly, but those words have healed the broken pieces inside me. They’re proof that she’s forgiven me. That our future is ours and ours alone.
“I love you too.” I rasp the words against her ear and press the briefest of kisses to her shoulder. Then, straightening, I nod, silently communicating that I’ll meet her at home. From here on out, she is my home and I am hers.