“What?” he asked, moving over toward me, wrapping his arms around me, placing a hand on my giant belly.
“Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Us,” I told him.
“One of my favorite topics,” he declared, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Mine too,” I agreed. “You know what?” I asked, leaning my head into him.
“What?”
“I’m a pretty damn good negotiator after all,” I told him, leaning my head up to look at the way his brows drew together.
“Yeah?” he asked, knowing I was getting at something.
“The deal was always just the eight million, right?”
“Right,” he agreed.
“Well, I got everything,” I told him, beaming.
And I did.
I got absolutely everything I never realized I wanted so badly.
The house.
The kids.
The pig.
And Christopher.