Page 47 of Sting Op Fun at Forty-one

She looks gorgeous in the green sweater I bought her, the color accenting her hazel eyes in a way that almost makes them look gold.

“What can we possibly do alone that we can’t do with everyone around?”

I grin triumphantly and press a sample kiss to those heavenly lips of hers. “I’ll show you.” I kiss her again, reveling in the passion behind her heated, silky lips.

It takes a moment before I recognize the song coming from Paige’s microphone. It’s a nursery rhyme, actually, one that’s cycled through the decades, clear back to when I was a kid.

I pull away with a groan and sigh. “Do you hear that?” I say against Kirsten’s mouth.

“I’m trying not to,” she says, then laughs.

Paige starts up again.“Kirsten and Da-ad sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

We’re behind closed doors, like we usually are when our lips lock, but the kids are onto us.

Parker and Jack sing along. “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage.”

“Okay, theydoknow we’re not going to be having kids together, right?” Kirsten says with a laugh.

But she doesn’t say anything about the love and marriage stuff. Already, I have ideas in mind of how I’d like to propose to Kirsten when the time comes. And while I can’t wait to make that a reality, we plan to take our time and do things right. Don’t want to go messing up a good thing.

In the meantime, we’re going to enjoy being together—with the kids as a family, without the kids as a couple—I look forward to all of it.

Maybe one day Luke and Liam will find what I found in Kirsten. Maybe Braxton will find that in Maggie. All I know is that whatever our family, our exes, or even our kids choose, I hope Kirsten and I will be together for the rest of our days. I think we’ve found a place that only we know, and that’s just where I plan to stay.