Carter walked back into the room and shut the door behind him quietly. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me into him. I could feel the panic rising in me at the sheer thought of ever doubting him.
“Hope, you have made me happier than I ever imagined. Look at all we have accomplished and brought into this world. Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For not marrying Trent King, and coming back to me.”
“Thank you for leaving Felice that night and coming back to me.”
He leaned down and kissed me deeply, sweeping his tongue through my mouth. He crawled in the bed beside me and rested against the mattress, pulling me against him. Carl lay in my lap, looking back at both of us.
“No doubt about it, he looks like you,” I whispered.
“Funny, I thought he looked like Trent.” I started to laugh and rested my head on his shoulder. “I love you so.”
“I love you too, princess.”