Page 116 of The Only Heart that Matters
He loves me, and he loves my son. This should be the happiest moment of my life. Instead, every fear I’ve buried since I found out I was pregnant has come to fruition.
“What if he rejects him?”
“I know my brother, and beneath that egotistical persona he’s a good man.”
“You heard him that night. I refuse to be treated like some groupie who he thinks is after his fame and fortune.”
“If he says anything disrespectful to you, I’ll kick his rock star ass.”
“He’s your brother. I would never ask you to pick sides.”
“Let me make one thing clear.” His lips gently caress mine for the briefest moment before resting his forehead against mine. “Your heart is the only one that matters.”
There have never been a more beautiful eight words spoken.
“Angus.” Choked by emotion, it’s all I can get out.
“This. Us.” He moves his finger back and forth between us. “It feels right, doesn’t it?”
I nod.
“I love you, Mia. And you love me. At least you did two weeks ago.” His dark eyes beg for reassurance.
“I’ve loved you my entire life. I always will.”
“Then it’s settled.”
“You’re sure? Being with me means an instant family. Two for the price of one.”
“I’d say I’m a pretty lucky guy then.”
Before I can reply, I’m back in his arms, his lips against mine.
We stay tucked away in the corner a few more seconds before the real-world smacks us upside the head with the sound of a familiar voice clearing her throat.
Why can’t everyone just leave us alone?
Angus slips his fingers through mine, and we turn to face the last person I want to see right now.
“Hey, baby sister.”
“Don’t baby sister me. Outside now. Both of you.”
She’s just as pissed as I thought she would be.
Neither of us argue. There’s really no point when Daisy is this upset. We follow her outside and once on the sidewalk, away from prying eyes, she lets loose. “How could you?” She directs the question at Angus, pointing her finger into his chest.
He doesn’t react. He’s as cool as a cucumber.
My cucumber.
This thought and the feel of his hand in mine send a giddy shiver through my body. I should be worried about my best friend's wrath, instead I’m preoccupied with the fact that Angus loves me. Is in love with me.
My giddiness is short-lived, because Daisy is just getting started.
“My best friend, Angus?” she shouts. “She’s a mom! Not some random hook-up! What the hell?”
“Two things,” he says calmly. “First, I know she’s a mom and I love them both. Second, you don’t have to tell me the difference between Mia and other women. There is no comparison.”
