We both laugh. “Now, that’s interesting.”
“What am I missing?”
We both turn at the sound of Tristan’s voice. Immediately, the memory of seeing his face for the first time, standing right here, floods my mind. He was beautiful then, but he’s fucking amazing now.
“Come here.” Tristan grins, walking into my arms. “I was just telling your dad how happy we are.”
Tristan gazes up at me. “Insanely.”
“Yeah.” I lean in and kiss him softly. “Your love tamed me, and I couldn’t be happier about that.”
“You’re still pretty wild,” he whispers in my ear. We both laugh softly.
Rocco smiles. “I need to get something inside.”
Once he’s gone, I pull Tristan even closer, searching his eyes. “You’re such a beautiful man. Inside and out. I’ll love you until I die.”
Tristan brushes his fingers over my cheek. “Don’t make me cry, babe.”
“How long will you love me, Tristan? How long?”
“Is forever long enough?”
“Forever’s good.”
He nods. “I can’t imagine a life without you.”
“No need to. I’ll always be here. For as long as I’m on this earth, my heart and my life are yours.” I lean in, kissing him softly. “You can count on that.”
He grins, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “What do you say later, you fuck me up in my old bedroom? You know, for old time’s sake?”
I laugh, running my fingers through his hair. “I’m a sucker for nostalgia.”
Tristan reaches down and rubs my bulge. “I’m a sucker for you. Always have been. Always will be.”
“That suits me just fine, babe. Just fine.”
