Page 90 of Worth the Risk
“I dreamed of the places I’d make love to you. And the places we’d fuck. Cooking dinner together. Watching the snow, and waking up next to you. Christmas morning with our kids.”
“Kids?”
“Yeah, bella. We need your genes to continue. Don’t you think?” Luca says with a grin.
“I hadn’t thought about that yet,” I mumble, overwhelmed. I’m clearly having difficulty processing all of this information. Granted, when he told me he loved me, I figured he had interest in a future with me. But to hear him actually say he wants this to be our home, and he wants kids with me, is something I wasn’t mentally prepared for.
“Uh oh. Did I scare you?” Luca teases, but I see an element of uncertainty in his eyes. “Your pace, Hannah. Everything is at your pace. I guess I’m a little stoked to get going, huh.”
“This is a little unexpected,” I admit, “but I’m not scared. I think I had myself convinced the future I hoped for wouldn’t happen, you know? I was ready to hold my horses. I didn’t think you were there yet.”
“Hold my what?”
“Horses.”
“Hold my horses.”
“Yeah.”
“Gonna need a southern translation again, baby.”
“Be patient.”
“Ah. So you expected you’d need to hold your horses until I caught up to you?”
I nod affirmatively.
“How do you feel now that you know I’m right there with you?”
A slow smile spreads across my face as I stare up at Luca. “Really good, actually.”
His grin matches mine. “Good. Now how about we start christening this house? Kitchen, shower, or bed?”
I frown. “You don’t have a bed.”
“I didn’t show you our room yet, Han. I have a mattress. It’s on the floor, but it’ll be fine for tonight. I wanted you to see everything else first, because I knew once I got you in our room, we weren’t leaving again for the rest of the night.”
“Oh. I like that plan,” I giggle. Luca chuckles, then drops to shove a shoulder into my stomach, picking me up quickly. I shriek as he runs up the stairs and down the hallway before launching both of us onto a large bed.
“What if I had said shower?” I ask breathlessly as he peppers kisses across my neck and onto my collarbone.
“We’ll get there next. I’ve got plans for you tonight.”
As he looks down on me with a beautiful smile, I can’t help but smile in return. “Ask me again, honey.”
He looks puzzled for a moment before he chuckles. “Hannah. Pixie. Love of my life. Will you please move in with me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, pulling Luca down to kiss his lips thoroughly.
It was the next morning before I finally saw the ensuite bathroom, but I was definitely not upset about being kept in bed with Luca all night.
The following day, after Luca’s family again encouraged me to take more time off, I awoke to find Luca’s side of the bed empty and cool. Reaching for my phone to see no text messages from him, I wrap myself in a sheet and search the house for my man.
I honestly don’t think I could have picked a more perfect house to blend our personalities together. The rustic nature of the large picture windows and exposed wooden beams suit Luca’s style, but the open floor plan and pewter fixtures and accents suit mine. Modern lights trailing down from vaulted ceilings give and ethereal glow to the rooms beneath them. I can already envision comfortable couches, a large table perfect for entertaining Luca’s family, and a perfect nook for toddler toys or a small art table.
Kids with Luca.
After Luca fell asleep last night, I realized one of the reasons I was so taken aback by Luca’s nonchalance when mentioning kids.