I pulled him down, yanked really, and kissed him long and hard. I wanted him to feel it all, to know how much it meant to me. How badly I’d wanted to hear it, and how good it made me feel. I had the man I loved in my arms, and he’d shown me over the past couple of months we fit together better than I’d ever imagined. Though I’d always wanted him, I never knew how badly I’d needed him until I had him. And he took care of those needs perfectly.
I broke the kiss and rolled him under me, kissing along his jaw. “I love you, Noah. So much.”
“I know.” He moaned, then tilted his head back to give me better access. “And you’re going to keep loving me forever.”
Damn straight I was.Epilogue
Micah Travis Mastriano was born on January 4, and weighing in at eight pounds, seven ounces, he was beautiful and healthy. Aimee was doing fine, and I loved watching her watch her son. He was magic, of course, as all babies were. And according to her, he was the best thing that had ever been created.