Hot Single Dad(30)
“And you. Maybe we should make it so that they see you all the time not just for this summer. But in winter and spring and every part of the year and every year to come.”
“What?” Is he saying he wants me to move in permanently? My heart goes wild.
“Maybe it’s too much to ask you.”
“What’s too much? Reid?”
“I want to marry you, Holly. I love you. I’ll always love you. I want to see you every day. I want to be with you day in, day out. I want you in my bed every night so I go to sleep with you and wake up with you in the morning. But we’re a lot to take on. It’s not just me. There’s Jack and Katie, too.”
“I love you, Reid, and I love Jack and Katie too. You’re not too much to take on. I’ll marry you and I’ll love all three of you. Always.”
“That’s settled, then,” he says, grabbing my hand and kissing my wrist. “We’ll have to get a ring. I should have been more prepared.”
“That can wait, but there’s something that can’t.”
“What?” he says.
“Showing you how much I love you and want you right now. I have a date with you upstairs.”
“You do,” he says. “But you’re overdressed for the one I have in mind.”
“Easy problem to solve,” I say, getting up from the table. “Maybe you can help me with that.”
EPILOGUE
Reid
Back in New York, I take Holly to Tiffany’s so she can look at rings, but in the end, we have something made to her own design and wedding rings to match. I should have guessed that would be her choice, but I’m still getting to know everything about her, and the more I know, the more I love her.
Despite offering Holly the wedding of her dreams, anything she wants, any exotic venue, any number of guests, no expense spared on anything, she manages to surprise me again.
She knows I can afford any kind of extravagant wedding she could ask for, but it turns out she doesn’t want a big society affair, the kind that gets reported in the press. She wants to get married at the beach house, as soon as we can, with only the people who are closest to us in attendance.
“We can celebrate with a big party later and invite everyone, but I’d like our special day to be right on the shore,” she says. So that’s exactly how we get married—a wedding on the sand with a makeshift boardwalk aisle lined with tubs of flowers and a picnic on the beach of Champagne and canapés we brought with us.
The pictures of Holly are beautiful, some with the sea in the background, some with the house. And no one can resist taking photos of Katie and Jack building sandcastles in their cute little wedding outfits, designed by Holly.
The twins have taken the whole wedding thing in their stride, as if their dad and babysitter get married every day. But I know they are thrilled that Holly is here to stay.
When I talked about Villefranche when Holly first arrived, I didn’t expect to be taking her there on a kind of honeymoon, but it turns out that way—a honeymoon with the kids in tow.
Holly’s friend, Tanya, comes with us to look after them. Though we flew Iris and her friend back from their trip for the wedding, they are back on their travels. It’s good to see how happy they are, too.
The kids and Tanya take over the guest house attached to the main villa. She keeps them occupied, but we all see each other every day. I’ll take Holly on a special honeymoon, just the two of us soon, once Iris is back.
“To think I worried about saying I’d come to Villefranche with you,” Holly says, one afternoon when we go inside, out of the hot sun, for a siesta.
“Oh?”
“Yes. First, I worried you’d be with someone else here, and I’d be distraught. Then when you said we’d be alone, I worried it might be awkward being with you all day and not being able to touch you.”
“I had the same thought. Funny how that worked out.”
“Yes, a whole lot of touching.” She grins at me. “I didn’t realize how good at touching you would be, or I might have been even more upset at the idea of it not happening.”
“You only had to ask.”
“I’m asking now.” She looks at me all wide-eyed innocence, but I know that look now. My cock stiffens in response, and I pick her up and carry her to the bed in our cool, air-conditioned room.
“Mmmh. It’s lovely in here after the sun,” she says.
My fingers stray inside her bikini top. “It’s lovely in here whatever the weather.”
She laughs and touches my cock. “I know another place you can delve inside that’s even better.”
“Would that be this place?” Fuck! She’s already so wet for me.