This was right. Skip was her past and her future. Even the storm outside seemed to have calmed as though in agreement. She’d only been living half a life without him. This feeling coursing through her body was higher than any drug had given her. “You okay?” Skip asked. She laughed. “I should be asking you that.” “Baby, I’m feeling no pain. You were freaking amazing.” She smiled. She’d felt damn invincible. Now she had to decide if she could trust herself enough to admit her love for Skip. She had disappointed so many people in her life. Especially him. She didn’t want to anymore. “You won’t,” Skip said, brushing back her hair. Geez. Whatever this thinking out loud thing was, it was damn annoying. “Wren. I want a life with you. Have a family.” “A family?” Kids? Her? That meant she’d be a mother. A child totally dependent on her for everything. No, she couldn’t do that. His hand settled on her stomach. “We might have already created a little Ozhuwan.”
