Page 96 of Let Me Love You
When I return to the apartment, Jaxon is clinging to Colt’s fingers as he waddles around in the kitchen, learning how to walk. Colt’s head snaps up when he hears the door close and grins. “Look how good he’s doing.”
“He’s killing it,” I agree.
They both are.
How seamlessly they fit together. How much Jaxon makes Colt laugh. How much Colt cares about Jax and if he’s comfortable. If he’s having fun. If he likes his smashed peas. Everything. Every tiny interaction. Every laugh and “Hey, Ash, look what Jax is doing!” has had me grinning from ear to ear.
By the end of the night, my ovaries want to burst, but I ignore the feeling and snuggle into Colt’s side. Jaxon’s asleep in the crib, and the monitor is set up on Colt’s nightstand, giving him a constant view of his little boy in the next room.
“I’m exhausted,” he mutters.
“You and me both.”
He drops a kiss on the crown of my head, then lays back on the pillow. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For putting up with me.”
“You know I love you,” I remind him.
“Never doubted it for a second.” He pauses. “Well, maybe a second, but—” I smack his shoulder, and he yelps. “Hey!”
Pushing myself up, I look down at him. “Don’t you dare question for a single second whether or not I love you.”
“Okay. I won’t.”
“Good.”
“Good,” he quips, his eyes shining with mirth.
“What is it?” I ask.
“You,” he murmurs.
“What about me?”
“Watching you with him.” A smile plays at the corner of his lips as he toys with the ends of my hair hanging over my shoulder. “Watching you watch me with him.”
“Who says I’ve been watching you with Jax?” I challenge.
His brows raise. “Are you gonna try to deny how sexy you think I am, Sunshine?”
I snort. “No need to inflate your ego any more than it already is, Colt.”
“Ah, so youdothink I’m sexy.”
“I think I’m tired,” I tell him.
“And I think I wanna marry you someday.”
My heart flutters in my chest, and for the first time since we found out about Jaxon, I’m not scared at the idea of marrying Colt Thorne. In fact, the idea sounds pretty freaking incredible.
“Oh, you do, huh?” I reply. “Youthinkyou wanna marry me someday?”
“Mm-hmm.” The sound is low and throaty and shoots straight to my core. “Wanna know what else I think?”
“What?”