You Promised Me Forever (Forever Yours #1)(71)

“Can’t we just run away somewhere and get hitched? I vote for a tropical location.” He’s running his mouth up and down my throat, hot, damp kisses that are making me melt.

“Won’t your parents be angry?”

“Fuck ’em.” His voice is muffled against my neck. “I don’t care what they think.”

“My mom wants me to have a big wedding,” I confess. “I’m her only daughter. She’s always wanted to see me walk down the aisle in a white wedding gown.”

Jordan lifts away from my neck, his tender gaze meeting mine. “What do you want? Elope, or a big ceremony? Whatever you want, we’ll do.” He smiles. “I’d like to see you walk down the aisle in a wedding gown too.”

I blink up at him, fighting the tears that threaten to spill. “Are you being serious right now? Are we really talking about wedding plans?”

He doesn’t say anything. Just nods his answer.

“But we’ve only been back together for a couple of weeks. Maybe a month? That’s not long enough—”

He presses his index finger against my lips, silencing me. He’s always pulling this trick. But I guess I’m always trying to talk over him too, so I guess I deserve it.

“I already said this, but I’ll say it again.” Jordan removes his finger from my mouth and says, “We’ve been apart for the last six years, Mandy, yet I knew the moment I laid eyes on you again after my shitty game that I was still in love with you. Isn’t that long enough?”

Oh God, he busted out the word love again. It’s kind of unbelievable that he’s still in love with me.

And I’m still in love with him.

“Jordan.” My chest hurts. I’m so going to cry.

“I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you. So yes. I want to marry you. And if by some miracle you’re pregnant, then fucking fantastic. I think we’ll make great parents. We might not be ready, but we’ll have each other, so we’ll be fine. We’ll be better than fine. And if you’re not pregnant, then so be it. We’ll have lots of fun practicing with all the amazing sex we’ll have until you actually are pregnant,” he continues, his voice fierce, his eyes blazing with determination. And love.

So much love.

Yep, here come the tears.

“I want at least four kids, okay? Two boys and two girls. Matching sets,” he says as he releases one of my hands and cups my cheek, his fingers extra gentle, like he’s afraid I might break apart.

Funny, since I feel like I am breaking apart, but in the best possible way. All because of his sweet declarations.

“Four?” I gasp, the tears now coming in full force. “That’s so many.”

“Yeah, well, I love you so goddamned much, I want everyone to know it. And if we can show our love for each other by having a bunch of kids, then that’s awesome.” He leans in, so close our noses touch. “You do love me, right, Mandy?”

This time it’s my turn to nod as my answer. I’m too busy trying to control my sobs to actually say anything.

God, this man. How did I get so lucky to have him come back into my life?

“I need to hear you say the words,” he whispers, and I close my eyes when he slips inside of me, connecting us. Forging us together as one.

I sniff, blink my tears away when I open my eyes to find him watching me, his face in mine. “I love you,” I whisper. “I love you so much, Jordan Tuttle.”

My earlier fears about possibly having a baby with him evaporate. Why would I be scared when I’m with the man I love? The man I’m supposed to be with? Nothing’s scary with Jordan by my side.

“I love you too. You’re my everything.” He starts to move, a little smile curling his perfect lips. “You okay with this?”

“Okay with what?” I frown, a whimper escaping me when he slides deeper. He knows just how to do this.

“I forgot to put on the condom.”

My eyes fly open and I mock glare at him. How can I be upset after what we discussed? We love each other. He wants to marry me. No matter what happens, we’re in this together.

“You did that on purpose.” I lightly sock his shoulder with my fist, then close my eyes when he hits a particular spot deep within me, making me whimper.

“Mmm, yeah. I did. It feels good, being inside you with no condom on.” He’s still moving at a languid pace. Trying to drive me out of my mind, I’m sure. “I like the idea of having a baby with you right now, Mandy.”

“I’ll get fat,” I warn him.

“Not fat. Full of my baby.”

My belly flutters at his possessive tone. “Don’t go caveman on me, Tuttle.”

He laughs. “Busting out the last name, huh? Figures.”

I grab hold of his shoulders, making him pause. I stare into his eyes and ask, “Are we really doing this? Declaring our love for each other? Planning on getting married and having children?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. We are. It’s what I want more than anything in this world.”

“It’s what I want too,” I whisper.

“Then let’s do it.” He’s grinning again. He looks so happy. So gorgeous. And he’s all mine. “You in?”

“I am so in,” I whisper just before he kisses me.