Page 73 of Saved By the Devil

He chuckles. “Fine. I’ll save it for your daughters’ weddings. But which daughter, I wonder. Hopefully by then you can tell them apart.”

“Fuck off.” I laugh, looking around to make sure there are no children around to overhear me. Thankfully, it’s just the twins, who are far too young to comprehend cussing yet.

A moment later Molly walks back over to us, her face glowing with purpose and happiness. She glows in a way I’ve never seen before.

“How do you feel?” I ask her.

She looks at the building behind us. Then at me. Then at our babies.

“Like this is exactly where I was always supposed to end up.”

I swallow hard. I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her into me. She comes willingly, instantly, her hand sliding up my chest and over my shoulder.

“You did this,” I tell her. “Every brick, every program, every kid who’s going to feel safe here, you made this happen.”

“We did this,” she corrects gently.

“No,” I say, brushing a thumb along her jaw. “You dreamed it, and I’m honored I got to help.”

Her eyes soften, and then I kiss her. It’s a real kiss, full of all the passion and love I have for her. I don’t care that the cameras are watching us, and it seems like neither does she. I feel her sigh against me, her body relaxing into mine like she always does.

Of course, the moment can’t last.

“Yuckyyy!” Niko shouts from somewhere near the stroller. “Mommy, Daddy’s kissing isgross!”

Molly laughs against my mouth. I pull back and look over at him. He’s holding our twins’ rattle like a sword, pointing it at us accusingly.

“Make it stop!” he demands.

I raise an eyebrow at him. “You better get used to it,synok.”

He wrinkles his nose dramatically. “Why?”

“Because,” I say, scooping Molly right back into my arms, “I plan to kiss your mother for the rest of my life.”

Molly’s cheeks flush slightly, but she smiles at me with the same expression that brought me to my knees the first time I saw it, the one that made every decision after that feel easy. I finally know what it means to be complete, and she’s the reason.

The End