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The days were warming. Inevitably, I would end up on the back of that death trap because I couldn’t tell him no, and he knew it. Not when the motorcycle was one of the few things that made him smile. Not when my goal in life was to help Aslan heal from the events of two months ago.
“Stop fretting, then.” He pecked a kiss on my down-turned mouth. “God, you’re cute.”
He found my hand and pressed it over his heart. It was Aslan’s wordless way of telling me he loved me too.
“You’re such a shit. I fucking love you.”
Wait. Our baby. He’d called Oscar our new baby. My insides turned to goo. The kitten was a member of our family. It wasn’t a child, but it was something. Our family. Aslan had made us a family. Without warning, my vision blurred. A hand squeezed around my heart, and I swallowed a lump. Oh god. I was such a sap.
“Okay fine. I’ll ride. But if I die, I’m going to kill you.” He chuckled by my ear and hugged me tighter. “You’re the most precious thing I own. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.” I pulled from his hold and mock-sneered. “You don’t own me, Doyle.” He winked and fit his helmet over his head. “That’s what you think, hot stuff. You’re mine.”
The mind is a terrible thing. It has a habit of letting us forget life’s greatest joys, but the worst moments and all their gruesome details play like an old film over and over and over.
I was about to leave when he called out. “Hey. Question. What the hell is wrong with Korn?” “I’m sorry, what?” “Korn. Aslan said you hated them?” I stalled. Confused. “I don’t hate corn. It’s not my favorite vegetable. It’s high in carbs. Sugar too. But it’s a good source of fiber and vitamin C. It can be hard to digest, so you should ensure you chew it well, but… Why are you laughing?”
“Where do you see yourself in five years?” I was losing him. His words when he spoke faded. “With you. Always with you. Five years, ten years, twenty. Why?”

