New Year's Eve

I smiled against his chest, dizzy at the thought. “Isn’t it too soon?”

He tipped my head back. “I don’t care. All I care about is you.”

“Okay,” I agreed, excited and nervous at the prospect. “I want that too.”

“You want babies?” he asked abruptly.

More people to love and worry over? The fear almost caused me to lie, but I stopped myself. “I do.”

“Do you care I’ll be an older dad?”

“Not if you don’t care. Joe, you know our age difference doesn’t matter to me. I don’t see your age. I just see you. I just… I just love you.”

“Then that’s all I care about.” His expression was serious. “I’m going to make you so fucking happy you won’t be able to stand it.”

I grinned, already so happy I couldn’t stand it. “I believe you.”

“Happy New Year, baby.”

“Happy New Year, Joe.”