Page 182 of Raspados & Regret

His eyes shine. “Fabián.”

“You asked me to ask.” I pant, then give him a sheepish grin.

A laugh breaks out of him, and it’s one that tells me everything I need to know before he says the word.

“Sí,” he whispers.

My chest caves in. “What?”

“Yes, pendejo.” He grabs my face with both hands. “To all of it.”

For a second, I can’t move.

I forget how to breathe and can’t do anything except stare at him while my whole life rearranges itself around one word.

Sí.

He smiles, but it trembles.

“You wanna marry me and have a baby with me while you’re inside me against our front door?” he whispers. “Fine. Very on brand for you.”

I choke on a laugh. “I love you.”

“I know.” His thumbs brush my cheeks. “I love you too.”

I kiss him, laughing into it because I’m about to cry against our front door with my dick still inside my boyfriend, future husband, and someday father of my kid, and if that is not the most ridiculous fucking thing my life has ever handed me, I don’t know what is.

He kisses me back with both hands on my face.

Not letting me hide.

When I pull back, I rest my forehead against his. “I’m going to marry you,” I whisper. “You and your ridiculous little shorts.”

His body clenches around me, and I almost come.

“Say that again,” he breathes.

I thrust once, deep enough to make his head hit the door softly.

“I’m going to marry you.”

“Fuck.”

“And we’re going to have a baby.”

His mouth opens and a sound comes out that I will remember until the day I die, because it is his whole heart trying to speak through pleasure.

“Papi,” he whispers, wrecked.

“Yeah?” I grunt, thrusting into him.

“You better not be saying that just to get me to come.”

I laugh, then bite his jaw. “You think I need help?”

“No.” His smile trembles. “But it’s working.”

I kiss him again and fuck him against the door, slower than before, deeper, holding him like I already said vows. His body rocks with mine, his breath catching, his hands everywhere.