I'm starting to get used to seeing her. And I wonder what it would be like to live the remainder of my days with Georgia in my kitchen.

Naked under her apron.

Wearing my ring on her hand.

I sneak behind her and circle my arms around her waist.

She tilts her head up, smiling.

My heart stammers, and it hits me for the millionth time how she's a rare beauty. I kiss her on the cheek. The light in her eyes flickers brighter, and joy shoots through me. I ask, "What are you making?"

She chirps, "Mini Belgian protein waffles and a vegetable egg casserole. It's in the oven staying warm."

"Smells good," I admit.

"Everyone's in the dining room. Go sit down. You're just in time to eat," she says.

I give her another kiss, pat her on the ass, and obey. She enters the room carrying two casserole dishes. Emma and Isabella follow with the platters of waffles. They set everything down, and I pull out Georgia's chair for her when the doorbell rings.

"They're here," Isabella shouts, jumping up and down.

Georgia beams.

"Who's here?" I ask.

"Melanie and her family," she states.

"Oh yeah. I forgot they were coming this morning." I rise and go to the door with her. A short redhead, a man about six inches taller than her, and two kids that look just like the woman step inside.

Georgia makes introductions, and Melanie glances over me for so long, it makes me slightly uncomfortable. She finally states, "It's nice to meet you, Sebastian. I want to say I've heard a lot about you, but I haven't really heard that much to get to this stage."

My stomach flips.

Georgia groans. "Melanie, don't start."

"Melanie," her husband Greg warns.

I tug Georgia closer to me, stating, "No, it's okay. I know things happened quickly between us."

Melanie's eyes dart between Georgia and me, then she starts the interrogation. "So tell me, what do you love about Georgia the most?"

My stomach dives, but my heart seems to expand. I blurt out, "Everything. She's amazing."

"Yes, I agree. But what specifically about her do you love?" she repeats.

"Melanie," Georgia reprimands.

I lock eyes with Melanie, asserting, "I love how she finds the good in everything and how the room lights up the moment she steps into it."

"That's a good start. And?" Melanie pushes.

"Ugh," Georgia mutters.

I don't hesitate. "She's the nicest person I know, but she's genuinely happy. It's not fake. As I said, I love everything about her," I state and glance at Georgia.

Her face flushes slightly.

I suddenly wonder if I'm still pretending. I meant what I said, with the exception of love. I'm not capable of love.

Or am I?

We've not known each other that long. So love can't be true.

But this feels true.

"What do you think about her career goals? Are you going to support them?" Melanie questions.

Georgia's body stiffens.