Gavin is still just as attentive and caring as he was the day I met him. He’s always anticipating my needs and bringing me home little surprises whenever he has to leave.
“I’m fine,” I promise him. “He’s just active today.”
Gavin’s hand joins mine on my stomach, and he smiles as our son kicks again.
“Are you all done here?” Gavin asks me, and I nod.
“Yeah, I just finished up.”
“Good.”
He takes my hand and leads me out of the stall, he holds Ciara on his hip as we start to head back toward the house.
Gavin and I moved here right after we left the circus. He had bought a horse trailer and a truck, and we spent five days driving across the country and back to California. I don’t know how he did it, but he managed to list his penthouse apartment in the city and buy this beautiful ranch just outside of Los Angeles.
The house itself is huge but gorgeous. It’s all gleaming hardwood floors and windows so that you can look out over the sprawling ranch.
Gavin has an office on the first floor, but he’s cut down on his hours a lot since we had Ciara. He rarely goes into the office now and spends just a few hours a week in his home office.
He’s been helping me more down at the stables. We have a few horses now and even a few chickens. Ciara asked for chickens for her last birthday, and I knew before I saw the chicken coop that she was going to get them. Gavin would do anything to make us happy.
I know that my parents would have loved Gavin, and I wish that they could have met him. If they were still alive though, then I might have never met Gavin.
Meeting Gavin was the best thing to ever happen to me. He’s given me so much. Thanks to him, I have an amazing family, an amazing house and stable, and I’m surrounded by so much love. None of that would be possible without Gavin.
“Can we play dolls, Daddy?” Ciara asks as we head into the house.
“Later tonight, we can. Right now, you need to get ready for your playdate with Megan,” he tells her, and she takes off to go get some toys.
“I’ll drive her over there,” Gavin tells me as he tugs me into his arms.
I smile up at him, and he grins down at me, bringing his lips closer to my ear so that he can whisper to me.
“Once Ciara is at her playdate, it’s time for ours.”
I grin, leaning up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.
“I’ll be ready, daddy,” I whisper.