Page 42 of Still His
Is there anything that could ever keep us apart? I really don’t think so. “Nothing could ever come between us, Catherine. It’s you and me, baby,” I tell her truthfully and she rolls around in my arms until she’s facing me, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I don’t want to have kids.” She sucks in a breath, staring into my eyes.
“Okay?” I’m not exactly sure what to say. I don’t care that she doesn’t want kids, but I’d like to know why.
“I mean, I want to find an OB to tie my tubes or remove them. I cannot have children.” She’s really nervous. Did she really think I would ever let anything keep her from me?
“We can do that when we move to Edmonton.” I smile at her.
“You’re not going to ask me why I don’t want kids?” I shake my head. “Do you want kids?”
“Not really. I had you, baby. It’s always been you and me. I kind of like the knowledge I will always have you to myself,” I admit and she smiles. “But sure, if you would like to tell me why you don’t want kids then I’m all ears.”
She nibbles her lip nervously and nods.
“I can’t risk the chance of leaving a child without their mother.” Shit. I hadn’t even thought about her mind going there. “I have loved our life together, Dad, but it’s a risk I can’t put on my kids. I know what it’s like to miss a piece of who you are from a young age. Not having my parents was really hard sometimes.”
I nod in understanding, reaching up to cup her cheek.
“That’s a very valid reason and I support you with whatever you want to do.
“Thanks, Dad.” I kiss her head.
“Yo—”
“DID YOU SAY LIVING IN EDMONTON?!!!!” She jumps up, hollering and cutting me off. I’m too startled to react for a moment before laughing at the fact that it took this long to sink in.
“Yes, Cat, I said Edmonton.”
She’s blinking at me like she’s not even seeing me.
“You’d move to Edmonton for me?”
I growl and narrow my eyes at her. “I would move to Antarctica for you.”
“But, what about your business?”
I smile. “Sold it to a friend.”
“WHAT?!” More screeching in shock. God, she’s cute.
“You were right. People here will talk, and although I don’t care, I know you do. I want you to thrive where you’ve discovered yourself.”
She starts to cry, and I move to wipe away her tears.
“I—I love you so much!” she wails with what I’m pretty sure are happy tears.
“I love you more than anything, Cat. I will always do what is best for you and I together. And I have a plan.”
“A plan?”
“Yeah, for you and me and our future.” I give her a sly smile.
“Oh? Do tell,” she prompts, straddling my lap and laying her head beneath my chin.
“I want us to open a private BDSM club.”
Her head lifts up with wide eyes.