When I was done, I bunched the skirt up at my hip then turned slightly to the side to show him the side of my thigh.
His gaze found the tattoo, then slowly rose, smile beaming.
"A Frank Wesson Double-Trigger," he said, shaking his head.
"The pain in the ass gun that brought us together," I agreed, moving over to him, lowering myself down onto his lap, sealing my lips over his.
"One day, these kids of ours," he said, pressing a hand to my belly before moving it around my back, "are going to hear one hell of a story."
"About how mommy and daddy fell in love," I agreed, pressing my forehead to his.
"And lived happily ever..."
"Mom!" Croft's voice called, loud, annoyed.
Roderick and I shared a smile.
Crazy?
Hectic?
Overwhelming at times?
Exhausting?
Yes to all of those.
But happy?
Absolutely.