Sure. This wasn’t where I thought I would end up, but the fates had decided I was exactly where I needed to be.

And as I gripped at his collar, my body shook and I moaned through my release, Tor grasped my waist and pounded up into me until he found his. My body slumped forward, our chests heaved together and the connection we had bordered on transcendent as our pounding hearts beat as one.

Our beginnings were rough and strained and violent, but to image life without him now was sheer anguish.

We were meant to be.

Luckily, destiny always found a way.

* * *

I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off of my face. I’d never taken Tor for a cuddler, but here we were. Cuddling.

Why I was nervous about telling Ettore he was going to be a father again was anyone’s guess. I suppose a life of being put last still had a lasting effect on me. But part of me knew I needn’t worry.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel, sprinkled with water droplets left over from his shower. I sat cross-legged in the center of the bed. My gaze lowered to where his waist met the towel and my core clenched knowing what was underneath. The light smatter of hair that led downwards had me wanting to follow it with a steady finger. His back muscles flexed as he ran a hand through his damp hair and I bit my lip because the unconscious action was so unassumingly hot.

He really was stunning and I quietly gloated knowing nobody got to see him like this.

Nobody but me.

I waited patiently for his attention and when his eyes met mine through the mirror, I smiled. “Hi.”

His lip twitched then he returned, “Hi.” After a moment, he caught me watching him and his eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?”

God. How did he always know?

Was I so obvious?

Nerves had me jumping right into it. “I was thinking. The boys are getting older and eventually, they’ll need rooms of their own. So, what do you think about moving them from the room next to ours to the two down the end of the hall? They’d be right across from each other so they wouldn’t feel too separated. We could even get them walkie-talkies until they felt comfortable sleeping alone.”

He turned to face me and his mouth pulled down in thought. “Sure, eventually, but they like sharing a room. We don’t need to rush.”

Um, actually…

I made a face. “And what if we did?”

“Need to rush?” he asked, clearly confused.

This is it. Don’t overthink it. Just take the dive.

My shoulders jumped lightly and my heart began to race when the words fell out of my mouth, “Well, where else are we going to put the nursery?”