Chapter 33
One week later,I was where I belonged.
We sat on Mulholland Drive, looking up at the stars. We were back in LA. Aires wanted to pack more clothes and grab a few things from his house, and I couldn’t resist showing him my favorite spot in California. I remembered all the times I’d been there alone, thinking about my career.
Now, it wasn’t the first thing on my mind anymore. Timing was everything. It all led us to this moment when I was once again sharing another part of me with him. We were sitting on his black 1965 Lincoln Continental with suicide doors. We were on the hood of the car, lying on a cozy blanket I grabbed off his bed. Our backs were to the windshield.
He kissed me, letting his lips linger for a couple of seconds before resting his forehead against mine. Almost like he needed a moment to take me in.
To take us in.
I felt his smile against my mouth, whispering, “I always loved this view. It’s nice seeing it with you. I used to come up here alone all the time.”
“We must have just missed each other.”
“Good thing we never have to worry about that again.”
We decided that we were going to live in Oak Island for a while until we wanted to relocate again. Right now, we were basically on a much overdue vacation, and we’d figure out what was next together.
“You’re ovulating,” he declared out of nowhere.
Shocked, I responded, “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me.”
“How do you even know that?”
“I track your cycle.”
I stared at me dumbfounded.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“How long have you known my cycle?”
“Why is that relevant?”
“Because your girlfriend wants to know.”
He smiled. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant.”
My mouth dropped open. “You want a baby?”
“I want all my babies with you.”
I leaned in, getting close to his mouth. “You’re so bossy.”
“And you love it. We both know how much you’re into that shit.”
“Oh yeah?”
“You wouldn’t be with me if you weren’t.”
“True story.”
“I do have one demand.”
“I’m afraid to ask.”
“I do want to marry you.”
“Oh yeah?” I smiled from ear to ear.
“That’s not how you make a baby.”
“It is if I want to keep living.”
“Also, true story.” Smiling wide, I reminded, “I love you. Then, now, forever.”
The night couldn’t have been more perfect.
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