Crazy for Loving You: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(101)

She laughs, but it’s a half-sob. “Telling you to go was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, but I wanted—I wanted you and Remy to be safe.”

“I know, Daisy. I know.”

“Remy!” she suddenly shrieks.

I set her on the ground, and she dives for the baby carrier. “Oh my god, he tripled in size. He’s sucking his thumb. Were his eyes always that shade of brown, or did they get darker? Who dressed him? These little turkey pajamas are adorable.”

She has him out of his carrier and pressed to her shoulder, squeezing, her cheek on his hair while he gives me a look that clearly says now you’ve done it, and I’m never going to have a moment’s peace again.

I smile at the little guy. He’s changing so much every day, getting more and more aware of the world, and I’m only mildly terrified of the mischief I can already see brewing deep inside him.

The next eighteen years are going to be a special, perfect kind of fun.

“Oh my god, he smells so good.” She sniffs him, strokes his silky hair, lifts him and holds his gaze while her eyes start to leak again. “Remington Nathaniel Roderick, are you actually here?”

“He’s here,” I assure her as he squeals and kicks his legs.

“And you’re safe?”

“He’s safe.”

“He can hold his head up.”

“Little bit, yeah.”

I slip my arms around both of them, and she leans into me, cradling Remy close again. “I need more arms to hold both of you.”

“I got you.”

“Forever?”

It’s a whispered plea that makes my heart both swell and ache. She should know how much she deserves to be loved forever, and I’m going to spend every last minute of my life making sure she knows it. “Forever,” I agree huskily.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

She laughs, finally, that gloriously happy sound that gives my heart wings, and she lifts her eyes to mine. Sparkling, twinkling blue seas shine at me. “So that’s how it’s going to be, is it?”

I shrug. “Just want you to know what you’re up against here.” My own smile is making my cheeks hurt.

This isn’t the family I pictured for myself. Or the kind of settling down I thought I’d do.

But Daisy and Remy—and whatever comes next—are everything I ever wanted, and so much more.

She sucks in a sudden breath and straightens. “West—I did something else,” she whispers.

I lift a brow and smile, though her own face is pinching again. “Knowing you, you did several somethings.”

“I…found Nina and Baxter.”

My lips part.

All the air leaves me.

Is it possible to be so incredibly happy with the woman I have, while still missing a part of my past?

“Actually, Baxter found me,” she rushes on. “After all the media coverage—he recognized you—and he—they—they want to know if you’re up for flying into South Carolina for coffee sometime.”

Fuck.

Just fuck.

“They do?” My voice cracks, and I don’t care.

This.

Here.

My Daisy.

Our son. By choice.

And the family I thought I lost.

She nods, and her smile goes watery again. “I told them I’d let them know as soon as we could get there. Also, since they’re technically underage, I talked to Sierra, and she approved everything. So, maybe tonight?”

“I fucking adore you,” I tell her. “Thank you. Just—thank you.”

“Love is meant to be shared,” she says. “And you deserve all of it.”

She goes up on tiptoe to claim my lips, and I realize I have one more thing left that I haven’t given her yet.

“You remember the night we met?”

“I love the night we met.”

“I never did finish that striptease for you.”

A spark of intrigue lights her blue eyes. “You’re right. You didn’t.”

I nod toward the pool house.

She kisses me again.

And I know we’re going to have the wildest, most unexpected, biggest-hearted, best next forever in the history of forevers.





Epilogue





Daisy



When West asked me where I wanted to get married, I suggested at the bottom of the ball pit.

The crazy man agreed that squeezing all of our friends and family into the balls was a brilliant idea, and I realized I actually had finally fully met my match.

I blinked first, which amused the hell out of him. I didn’t know the man could laugh that hard, but he did, and it was so hot that every pair of my panties burned up in the resulting lust fire.

Or so I told him.

Also, I like going commando. And he likes it too. I have this strange suspicion that Remy won’t be an only child for long.

I’m daydreaming about our honeymoon as I prop an elbow on the bar at Mordecai’s, where our party has taken up almost the entire bistro for Drag Queen Brunch the day after Christmas, waiting for a bartender so I can ask for a special drink just for my surprise groom, when someone bumps into me from behind.