Page 103 of Carved in Ruin
As soon as we’re alone, I press her against the nearest wall and kiss her all over—her forehead, her cheeks, her jaw, her lips. My hands frame her face, and I murmur against her skin, “My sweet, genius, hardworking wife. Do you have any idea how proud I am of you?”
“I think I have an idea,” she teases softly.
I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring her. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. For Mila, I’d wait forever.
When I finally pull back, I rest my forehead against hers. “Remember your promise?”
She blinks up at me, feigning innocence. “What promise?” she asks, her tone coy, her lips twitching.
I growl, my grip tightening on her waist. “The promise of babies after you graduate.”
She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leans up, brushing her lips against my ear. “Oh, you mean the promise I already started keeping?”
I stiffen, pulling back to look at her, confusion flashing across my face. “What are you talking about?”
Her smile widens and she presses a hand to my chest. “I stopped taking birth control a week ago.”
For a moment, I can’t breathe. Then her words sink in, and a dark, feral grin spreads across my face. “You’re serious?”
She nods, her cheeks flushing. I crush her to me, pouring every ounce of love, obsession, and possessiveness into the hug. “You’re going to be the mother of my children,” I whisper. “God help me, Mila, I don’t deserve you.”
She laughs softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You deserve everything, Rafael. And you’re going to get it.”
“Damn right I will,” I growl, scooping her up into my arms, her laughter ringing out as I carry her toward the car. The future is ours, and I can’t wait to start it.
I set her down gently by the car. “I’m going to build a fountain for you in our backyard.”
“A fountain? Why?”
“It’s ours,” I say simply. “And someday, I want our kids to do the wizardry we did with it. Make their own wishes.”
Her eyes soften, and she chokes up for a second before managing a smile. “That’s so sweet.”
“You know,” I say quietly, tilting my head, “you were right about that fountain. It really did make wishes come true. ”