“Here’s where the playroom would be.” His eyes shot up. “Playroom?” “For our kids. I was thinking three, maybe four.” His arms snuck around my waist, and rested just above my ass. “What about the observatory?” “No changes. It’s perfect exactly how you described it.” I glanced up at him, my heart filled to the brim, which carried on and overflowed. If I looked down I’d be standing in a puddle of it; a puddle of my love, for Jupiter. “For real, Jupe, will you be my boyfriend?”
