Defiant Heir (The Heirs 3)

A burst of laughter explodes over Kao’s lips, and wrapping his arms around me, he lifts me against his body and hugs the crap out of me. I wrap my arms around his neck, and thankful tears escape my eyes.KAOHoly shit. I can’t describe how I feel right now. I want to laugh and cry. I want to shout my relief to the heavens and fall to my knees with absolute gratefulness.

I cling to Fallon, and when I manage to regain control over my emotions, I set her down on her feet and then push her back so I can look at her top again.

“Red is officially my favorite color,” I chuckle.

“Thankfully, I have a couple of red items I can wear for you,” Fallon teases me. She hugs me again. “Now, this weekend is perfect.”

We brush our teeth like an old married couple while grinning at each other in the mirror’s reflection.

The thought gets stuck in my mind.

I want to marry Fallon. I don’t want to spend a day apart from her.

“What?” Fallon mumbles around her toothbrush.

I rinse my mouth out, then say, “I’m just happy.”

As soon as we’re ready, I take Fallon’s hand and weave my fingers with hers. We leave the villa and leisurely make our way over to the restaurant. Fallon picks a table that looks out over a pond. She grabs a menu and begins to read the dishes to me, making my lips curve up.

“Pancakes,” I blurt out before she reads the whole list of food to me.

“Hmm, and bacon,” she adds. She places our orders and also asks for two cappuccinos and freshly squeezed orange juice.

When the waiter leaves, Fallon grins at me. “I love this place. Thank you for bringing me.”

Smiling, I say, “We should make time to come here at least once a year.”

“That would be awesome,” she agrees. “We can make it our New Years' getaway.”

“I like the sound of that.”

We don’t have to wait long for our food, and my tastebuds are in heaven from how fluffy and full of flavor the pancakes are.

I cut off a piece and feed Fallon, then I watch as she lets out an orgasmic-worthy groan. “So good.”

“You have no idea,” I mumble under my breath.

After breakfast, we walk in a random direction. We don’t take in much of the immaculate grounds because we’re too busy stealing smiles from each other.

“What does your dream house look like?” I ask as we follow a path.

“As long as it’s big enough for you, me, two kids, and a couple of dogs, I’ll be happy.”

“Only two?” I ask, pretending to be shocked.

“Yeah, unless you plan on giving birth,” she sasses me.

“I’m good with two.” My quick reply draws a chuckle from her.

“I’d like something we can fix up. A house we can make our own. I guess I’ll only know once I see it,” Fallon explains. “I also want a sunroom like my Aunt Jamie has. It’s the perfect room to curl up with a book.”

“And huge bay windows for light to come in,” I begin to weave my dream with hers.

Fallon grips my hand tightly, and there’s excitement in her voice as she says, “Yes, and I really like white furniture, like in the villa.”

“And wooden beams over the ceiling,” I add.

“God, now I want to go house shopping,” Fallon says, her excitement coming off her in waves.

Spotting a bench, I gesture to it. “Want to sit for a while?”

“Yeah.”

When we take a seat, I drape my left arm over Fallon’s shoulders and ask, “So two kids. A boy and girl?”

“That would be ideal, but it’s not like we can place an order.”

“Okay, if we’re lucky and we have a boy and a girl, what do you want to name them?”

Fallon crosses her legs and turns her body into me. She takes hold of my right hand and begins to follow the map of veins running up my forearm with her pointer finger. “For a boy, I like Asher, and for a girl…” she pauses to think about it, then says, “Emery.” She glances up at me. “What are your favorite names?”

“Hmm…” I think about it for a while, then answer, “I like Asher for a boy. But I really want to name my daughter, Summer.”

Fallon smiles at me. “After your aunt?”

“Yeah,” I murmur.

The tragedy which took her life is a dark secret only those closest to my family know about. My dad almost died when my grandfather shot his whole family before turning the gun on himself.

“Then we’ll name our daughter Summer,” Fallon says before pressing a kiss to my mouth.

“Our daughter,” I whisper as she pulls back. “I love the sound of that.”

“Let’s just wait a couple of years, though.” Fallon grins, then she teases me, “Your dad’s too young to be a grandfather.”

I let out a bark of laughter and hug her to my side.