back.” JerRic smirked.
I put my arms around him. “I love you, JerRic Write.”
We shared a sweet kiss as he pulled me closer. I couldn't imagine being married to anyone else. After 11 years of marriage, I was even more sure that my husband was the man for me.
“Ew.” My daughter made a face.
“Yuck.” Milo made puking noises.
I laughed and rolled my eyes. JerRic smiled at me like I was the only woman in the world. I decided to ignore my children and kiss him again.
“Daddy, this bed is really bouncy.” Iris jumped up and down on the bed.
“Come on, bug.” JerRic picked her up and carried her into the hallway. “Let's get you a room.”
“Is it going to be a big one?” Iris hugged his neck.
“Very.” He flashed me a smile.
“Is that mine?” Iris pointed to the nearest door.
“No, that's Mommy's art studio. You can have this one.” JerRic stopped in front of a door.
I rubbed my necklace and thought of a canopy bed, a white table for pretend tea, and a few toys. Milo opened the door and walked in. JerRic put our daughter down.
Iris took off running towards the bed. She started jumping up and down on the bed. “It's super bouncy Milo. You should try.”
Milo's eyes fell on us.
“Just a few times.” JerRic gave him permission.
I wrapped my arms around JerRic's waist. “I guess you were right.”
“I like being right, but what about?” He leaned closer to me.
“It really is perfect.” I smiled up at his handsome face. “You, me, and the kids. Life with you didn't turn out too bad after all.”
A large smile lit his face. “I love you, Beth.”
“Me too, Jer. Me too.” I returned his smile.