Page 31 of Mountain Man's Fake Wedding Date
“That sounds ominous.” But she was smiling, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.
“My mother called today.”
“Oh?” Frankie’s eyes lit up. She adored my mother, and the feeling was mutual. “What did she want?”
“She wanted to know when we’re giving her grandchildren.”
Frankie’s eyes went wide. “Oh.”
“I told her we’d think about it.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “But the truth is, I’ve been thinking about it for months. You. Round with my child. Here on this mountain.”
“Max—”
“I want that, Frankie. I want everything with you. Kids. A life. Growing old on this mountain together.” I cupped her face in my hands. “What do you say? You ready to add mountain mama to your list of titles?”
Her eyes filled with tears, but she was smiling. “You’re really asking me if I want to have your babies?”
“I’m asking if you want to build a family with me.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, you possessive, wonderful man. I want all of it. With you.”
I kissed her and felt something settle in my chest. Something that had been restless and searching for as long as I could remember.
I’d spent my life looking for a reason to stay on this mountain, and I’d finally found it. In her.
“I love you, Frankie Wilder,” I said against her lips.
“I love you too, Max Wilder. Forever.”
Forever sounded just about right.
