Page 119 of Dearest Beast

“No,” Roger said, shaking his head. “Though I can’t imagine it’s quite as ridiculously large as mine is for you.”

“Then what are you waiting for,” Fannie interrupted. “Kiss him.”

With a laugh, Rebecca reached out and threw her arms around Roger’s neck, pulling the very surprised man toward her. Luckily, his reflexes were still quick, and he speedily recovered, taking her mouth in his.

And it, like it always was, was everything. Passion, and heat, and longing, and comfort, and the promise of more, all melded together in perfect harmony.

Just rightwas all she could think pulling back and smiling in satisfaction at his not slightly swollen lips, as well as the slight tears still lingering in his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing her neck again, holding for a moment before turning to his children. “Come here, you two,” he called, motioning to them with his free hand.

Not needing to be asked twice, both children raced into the room, Fannie planting herself at Rebecca’s side and Michael nudging himself beneath his father’s arm.

“What are we doing?” Michael asked, glancing around at them. Roger laughed and hugged his son tighter.

“Getting ready to live happily ever after, of course,” Fannie said with her usual air of authority. “That’s what always happens.”

“Right you are,” Roger said, taking her hand once more. “Right you are.”

Home, she thought—this was home.