I patted his head, fresh and happy tears welling in my eyes as pregnancy hormones surged through me. I tucked my head into the crook of my husband's neck, inhaling deeply and soaking up his fresh paint scent that had made my knees weak from the start.

His lips whispered along my jawline as he placed soft kisses across my skin.

“I love you,” I murmured.

“I love you so much more,” he replied before his lips took mine in a reverent kiss, stealing my breath.

He owned my heart. We owned each other. From the beginning, our lives had been set on a course, fated no matter what life threw our way. There'd been no deviating. Despite the bumps in the road, it had gotten us here, and here was so good.

Here was the best.

Here was right where we were meant to be.

Mrs. Elis Brooks, wife of the Park Avenue Punk and the happiest woman in the world.

“Now, back to that alone time, beautiful…”

“Any more alone time with you, and we'll have enough kids to populate a baseball team, Brooks.”

“That's exactly my plan, gorgeous. The Park Avenue Punks has a nice ring to it. I'm glad we're finally on the same page.”

“The same page? I'm not even sure we're on the same planet some days, Brooks.”

He laughed, pinching my bottom discreetly as he pressed our lips together in a sweet kiss. “As long as we can still practice making that baseball team, I'll take it.”

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