Renata had asked that they postpone their honeymoon until the new year, and since he didn’t want to spend the holidays away from Curtis, he’d agreed. Besides, the holidays were a time for family. What better opportunity to start building memories and traditions as a new family?
“What’s your favorite color?” she asked.
He chuckled. “What?”
She tugged on his arm. “What’s your favorite color?” She looked up at him, expectant.
“Blue,” he answered. Blue, like her eyes.
She nodded.
“Why?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I realized I didn’t know. It’s something a woman should know about her husband.” She shrugged, her eyes searching his. “There’s still a lot we don’t know about each other. It popped into my head, so I asked.”
He nodded. “Keep asking.”
She smiled. “Oh, I will.”
“Your favorite color?”
Her brows rose high. “Brown. Most of my favorite things are brown. My saddle. My favorite hat.” She pointed at her feet. “My boots.”
He shook his head.
“What?” She tugged on his arm again.
“You’re full of surprises.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and steered her across the street to Cutter’s.
“That’s a bad thing?” she asked.
“No. It’s a Renata thing.” He stopped on Cutter’s wide front porch and turned her to face him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“That’s good because I think what Judge McCoy just did was some sort of legally binding agreement.” She reached up to run her fingers through his hair.
“Whoa, now.” Ryder Boone stood in the doorway. “These things here are called windows. And people can see through them.” He pointed back and forth between them. “That right there will have to wait until later.”
Ash stooped to whisper “Not too much later.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” Renata laughed, pressing one soft, sweet kiss to his lips.
Epilogue
“Come on, Ash.” Renata stood, one hand on each of Fisher’s boys.
“Timer is set,” Ash said, running back to his spot beside her. “Watch for the flash. Everyone smile. It’ll take about five.”
The camera flashed and Renata let the boys go, laughing as they raced around the couch. “I wish I had that sort of energy.”
“If you tried to do that, we’d wind up in the hospital.” Ash eyed the boys and shook his head, placing his hand on her round stomach. “Let’s give them as much time as they need.”
“Agreed.” Her father stood. “Can we cut the cake now?”
“Yes, Teddy, we can cut the cake.” Clara touched his cheek. “What a romantic.”
“I was going to feed you a bite.” Her father laughed.
“Five years.” Hunter shook his head. “Time sure does fly. Happy Anniversary, Dad.” He hugged Clara.