"Chris won't make me cry."
He gave her a patient look. "Not on purpose, but if he does, promise me."
"I promise."
He touched her nose. "You were brave enough to kick me in the ass to get this moving. Now I need you to throttle back. Focus on what you do best for us."
"What's that? And if you say ironing your shirts or cleaning toilets, I will kick you in the
balls."
He chuckled at that, at the flash in her gray eyes, and folded her against him. She let out a frustrated little sigh, but looped her arms around his waist and back and pressed her cheek to his chest. He leaned down and spoke in her ear, giving her the truth in two words.
"Loving us."