If Only In Our Dreams (Christmas Daddies, #3)

by Fae Quin

“You’re allowed to grow, Robin,” Miles added. “To change. And sometimes to grow there’s gotta be hurt along the way.”

“Good things can be scary,” Miles added. “And sometimes they can be downright painful.”

“I’m so tired,” I admitted, voice rough and wet. “Then maybe it’s time you let yourself rest.”

I knew that at the end of this terrible jump I’d find that Ben’s arms were still wide open. That his chest was warm, and his heart was thumping, and he’d do what he’d done since the day we met—and give me somewhere safe to call home.

“If only—” at the last moment, I switched the words, my heart cracking right down the middle as Ben Montgomery smiled at me from the center of the crowd. “In our dreams.”

“I love you,” I said, because it was true—and because he deserved to hear it first, after being so patient, for so long.

“I love you too,” Ben promised, making sure I was listening. “I have⁠—” “Since the day we met, pretty much,” I finished for him, leaning down, our breath mingling as Jane eyed us eagerly and Rosie’s face pinched. “I know.”

“I love you,” I told him quietly, because it was true. “I love you so much.” “I love you too,” Ben’s palm was warm and scratchy as he stroked over my cheek. “I never want to be away from you again.” “Me neither.”

“Of course it was worth it,” he finally murmured. “I was waiting for you.”

Seeing Robin’s chaos made me happy. Almost as happy as knowing that he was healing, that he was nesting, in his own way.

When I opened my eyes the sight that greeted me nearly took me to my knees. The twins were grinning, as was Robin, standing directly behind them, his own sign held high above his head. Spelled out across the three posters in looping, glittery font were four, beautiful words. Will you marry me?

My precious little songbird, my sunshine, and the family that we’d built. Blissfully, gloriously, ridiculously happy. Forever and ever.