She laughed this time. “You’re using your life coaching thing against me. Fine, fine, you want to know what I’m thinking, I’ll tell you.” She washed over his chest, moving down his body toward his very poorly dick. She didn’t stop, and she moved down one leg, missing him altogether. “I thought you were sexy, and you were in my very special secret fantasies. I think you also wore a uniform. Like a fireman. Did I tell you that as a life coach, I think you’re a little boring?”
“Hey!”
She laughed as he splashed water. “I lived for the quick glances that we’d sometimes get, and yes, I would totally overthink them. I was an overthinker.”
“There’s nothing wrong in that.”
“When I saw the women, my fantasies took a dive, but I didn’t stop wanting you. I think I hated myself for that.”
“But I wasn’t a mean person, and you weren’t a whore.” This time he chuckled.
“No, we weren’t, and now I think you’re the biggest baby ever.” She finished washing him, and grabbed a towel, standing up. “Come on, we’re getting you into bed, to rest.”
He thrust out his lip. “Where do you see us in five years?” He took the towel from her, drying his hair and body.
“I don’t know. Do you think we’ll be together? What is your track record with women? Where do you see us in five years?” She patted the bed, and he climbed inside it, faking a cough as he did.
“I want to put all my cards on the table,” he said.
“Okay.”
“I see us together in five years, living in a nice house, a couple of kids, and maybe even married.” He saw he had surprised her, so he carried on. “I’m falling in love with you, Faith. When I look into the future, all I see is you.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“I’m falling for you as well. I didn’t mean to, and it was kind of by accident.”
This time he chuckled. Taking hold of her hand, he locked their fingers together. “This feeling, it’s not going to go away. I want you, forever. Will you marry me, Faith?”
“You’re asking me on your sickbed?”
“Yep. Give a sick guy a break. Will you marry me?” He knew she was going to say yes even before she said the word. She loved him, and he loved her. There was no future without her.
He loved her, was going to marry her, and have lots of babies with her. That was his plan.
Epilogue
Five years later
“You lied,” Faith said.
“How the hell did I lie?”
“You said we were going to have a nice house, and lots of babies.”
“Okay, I said we were going to live in a big house,” Hunter said, placing a hand on her swollen stomach. “And we’re making babies.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and then to her very swollen stomach. “Mommy is being a pain in Daddy’s bottom.”
Staring down at her husband’s head, she couldn’t believe how happy she was, how exciting life had become with him. She loved him more than anything in the world. In the past five years they had built a life together.
Glancing around their home, she realized it was in need of some serious upgrading and decorating. This was their perfect place. It was away from the city, and it had a small yard for their little guy to play in. To Faith, it was perfect, but she always loved teasing her husband. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the simple diamond ring on her finger. It meant so much to her. Their wedding day was going down in the top fifty moments of all time. Their wedding had been a small affair, close friends only. Paul had walked her down the aisle. Dru had been her maid of honor. Faith was so happy with her friend. Dru had found a man who had taken her out of the casino, and she was now in fact a stay at home wife, taking care of her husband. After all of her searching, Faith had gone back to school while working at the casino, and she had gotten a business degree. Right now, she was focusing on her children and marriage, while helping Hunter with his coaching. She handled his finances, and his contracts and clients. She loved working with him.
She giggled as he continued to press kisses to her stomach. They were sitting in the room that would be the nursery. At the moment, the room was bare of any wallpaper, carpets, and color. It was just an old storage room that the previous owners had let waste away.
Hunter moved up her body, cupping her face. “Tell me, Faith, are you happy?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Do you love me?” he asked.
“More than anything. Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Are you happy? Is this what you dreamed about?” She snuggled in close.