Her cheeks go pink and she bites her lower lip. “I think so. I mean, I just ovulated an hour ago. And, y’ know, you put a lot of cum up me last night.”
I frown. There’s a whole lot of stuff I don’t know about women. “You can feel yourself ovulating?”
She grins. “Yeah. There’s usually this little thing.”
I go quiet and imagine that tiny egg launched into her womb, millions of my swimmers competing to reach it. Suddenly my throat feels real tight. I want to be a father. The thought swells inside me.
“Thought you weren’t ready for babies?” I get out at last.
She shakes her head. “I told myself I wasn’t cut out for kids after the way I was raised. But these last few days with you, I realized that secretly, all I’ve wanted is my own happy family. I can’t wait to have your babies, Forge.”
Now my eyes are stinging as well. Weird. “Really?”
“Really.” She dips her head and brings her sweet mouth down to mine.
Then I lift up her shirt and kiss her stomach. “Beautiful babies,” I murmur. “As long as they look like you.”
“As long as they have your eyes.”
We keep grinning like idiots and staring into each other’s eyes, until Demetrius appears, whining that it’s getting late, and when are we going to get going?
Keeping her gaze on mine, Maya bursts out laughing. It’s such a joyous, happy sound, and I’m glad, a million times over, that we rescued him. Anything to make her happy.
Anything at all.