Our nephew, Sebastian and Tilly’s son, was born at six twenty-five this morning after seven hours of labor and dozens of phone calls between Liam and his siblings.
“Jacob won’t mind.” Liam tilts up my chin with his hand. “We’ll kiss him, drop off some flowers for Tilly, and let the family know that there’s a wedding in the very near future. I’ll text Gareth and Rhys on the way to give them the good news.”
“How soon do you want to get married?” I question with a perk of both brows. “I need at least a few months to get ready.”
“You name the date, and I’ll be there, lilac.” He presses his lips to mine for a slow kiss. “I plan on being next to you for the rest of our lives.”
I can’t ask for more than that.
This man.
This love.
This life is everything I’ve ever wanted.
THANK YOU