“I also read that you think I’ll be a great father.” I shook my head. “No, that one isn’t right. I take it back.” He went still. “You do?” “Yeah, Elliot. You won’t be a great father because you already are one, present tense.” The breath he expelled could have moved mountains with its force. His arms curled around me, pulling me inside his cave. “Work on the delivery of your devastatingly beautiful proclamations, sweetheart,” he murmured.
