Page 25 of Strong & Savage

“What about you, princess?” Flint asks, scraping up the last of his pie. “How was your morning?”

“Good. Someone decided to have a dance party.”

“Yeah?” His eyes light up as he looks at my belly. “She still going?”

I set my pie down and take his hand, resting it on my belly. Nothing happens for a few moments. Then she kicks. I watch Flint’s face, the way his heavy brows lift, warmth shifting in his eyes. She kicks again, straight against his palm, and he makes a hoarse sound in his throat.

“That’s my girl,” he says, his voice a little thick as he rubs a hand over my bump. Then he looks up at me. His gray eyes burn, the intensity sucking the breath from my lungs. He looks at me like he can’t believe I’m real. Like he thinks I’ll disappear if he turns away.

“I love you, Willa,” he murmurs. “More than anything.”

“I love you, too.” I smile at him, reaching for his hand and squeezing tight.

He squeezes my hand back, and I lean toward him, resting my head on his shoulder. Happiness washes over me, warming my veins, filling me with light.

Because I know this is my forever.

No more waiting for a blow.

No more counting the seconds until it all falls apart.

I’ve finally found my home.

And I owe it all to Flint Calloway.