Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3)

by Lucy Score

She was still shaking her head. “I want kids, Lucian. Actual children. I want a big, loud, messy family.” “Then we’ll have one.” I meant it. Anything Sloane wanted was now my job to procure. She blinked rapidly. “I’m sorry. Did you say…” She brought a hand to her head and starting prodding the bruise on her forehead. “Maybe I did give myself a concussion. I could have sworn you said—” “If you want kids, we’ll start today,” I said, leaning against the porch post. She was back to shaking her head. “You don’t understand. I want to live here. I want to raise a family here.” “No, Pixie, you don’t understand. I could have lost you last night. I’m not going to let that happen again. Ever. If you want ten kids, we’ll have them. If you want a six-story library full of medieval first editions, I’ll buy every book for you. If you want to raise a family here, I’ll move back and feed your asshole cat every morning. If you decide you want to throw it all away and move to a tasteful hut on a tropical beach, I’ll build the fucking hut.”