His Perfect Little Heirs (Kids of The District)

by Nicci Harris

"It goes against everything I am to take unnecessary risks," he states, lowering me to the ground and holding me until I'm steady on my feet, the pressure inside me dropping even lower. "And to risk you, to risk them, the premise was damn unacceptable. The decision was a simple one." He releases a rough sigh, and I arch my neck to better gaze into his glistening blue eyes. Like the stars. Like my everything. "But you used your voice, sweet girl." He smiles softly. "You told me what you wanted, and I refused you. It has pained me for some time. When I saw your water had broken, I started organising the night meticulously. I called the doctor. The hospital. Organised our driver. "It was all very practical. I felt myself separating from the moment. Then you shuffled and caught my eye. In that second, my chest, little deer, it hurt so immensely to see you. Not from sadness, of course. And I found myself staring at you still sleeping, unaware. Peaceful. Your dreamcatcher hanging above your head." His voice tightens, his throat rolling over a lump. He’s emotional. He’s showing me… he’s letting me see him. God, it’s perfect. "Not everything is practical,” he states. “Love, quite frankly, is exceedingly impractical." He smiles smoothly, a real one, one that makes him look half his age. "But every damn thing that people say about being in love is true. It is the only reason we are here." He strokes my face. "You are the only reason I am here. I was wrong to deny you this, little de...