life without me in it. Now I knew that wasn’t what I was envisioning at all. I was seeing our life play out like a movie. There was no heartbreak. I knew this story would have a happy ending because I’d already seen it. I wondered if she had too.
My Mercedes, the one my valet had pulled out of the hanger early this morning, was still parked outside. As soon as the steps were lowered, I led Kensington to it. Before I opened the passenger door, I put my arm around her waist and kissed her. I was about to speak, but she put her fingers on my lips.
“Wait until we’re home, Cortez.”
The sun was setting when the plane landed, so it was dark by the time we drove through the gates of the house.
“Someone lit the fireplace,” Kensington murmured while we waited for the garage door to open.
“Marta,” I said, so she knew. “She did it a few minutes ago, before she left for the evening.”
“We’ll be alone?”
“Yes, my darling.”
We rode the lift up to the solarium and sat side-by-side on the outdoor sofa, watching the moonlight play on the waves crashing on the shore below us. It was a perfect night made more so because the woman I’d love until I took my last breath, sat beside me.
I turned to her, and she turned to me. “I hope you can find a way to forgive me for breaking your heart, Kensington. I was so wrong.”
“You were so wrong, Cortez, and yes, I forgive you.”
“So easy on me. I don’t deserve it.”
“It’s because I love you.”
I closed my eyes and brought her hand to my mouth, kissing her palm. “I love you, my darling.”
“I’ve known that all along.”
I raised my brow and smiled. “I thought you’d given up on me.”
She turned her body and rested her head against my shoulder. “I almost did.”
“What made you change your mind?”
“It was a dream I had. I saw us, Cortez. The day we married. When our children were born. I saw you, by my side, for the rest of our lives, and I knew it would happen.”
“When did you have this dream?”
“Last night. Yesterday, too. I never nap, but I kept falling asleep. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw more of our life together.”
“Would you believe me if I told you I had the same dreams?”
“More than I’d believe you didn’t.”
“You said you saw me with you?”
“Not just you, our children too.”
“How many children?”
She looked over her shoulder. “Four, Cortez. I’ve always known we’d have four.”
“Will our oldest be a boy or a girl?”
“You know our firstborn is a boy, Cortez. We had the same dreams.”
I smiled when she nuzzled into me.