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I nod. “That shit is behind us.”

He lets loose a relieved sigh and pulls me close. “Thank god.”

“C’mon. You had to know I would take you back…”

“I didn’t. I hoped.”

Tsking, I shoot him a skeptical glance. “You’re too smart not to know better.”

“I knew nothing about my heart until you.” He lays his lips over mine as he settles his hands across my stomach. “The day we got married, you said you wanted more than fifty years with me. I want that, too. Just like I want more than this one child with you.”

I melt all over him. “You’re ready to be a father? You’re not afraid anymore?”

“No, I’m still terrified. I don’t know how to come back from the sudden loss of a baby. I’m taking that day by day. But whatever happens, we’ll deal with it together. If I have you and your love, I have everything I need.”

“You do.”

A little grin spreads across his face. “This all started because I intended to put out a personal ad for a wife. If I could go back and rewrite the copy now, it would say, ‘Stupid, left-brained entrepreneur seeks partner, lover, and soul mate. Ideal candidate is polished, intelligent, organized, educated, attractive—and under my nose, but I’m too blind to see it. Children and romance a must. Sense of humor a definite yes. Please relocate with me to Hawaii.”

I giggle through my tears. “Well, if you’re asking me now, the answer is yes. A million times, yes. And the first thing I want to do is hang your beautiful painting in our bedroom. Thank you for that. It touched me more than you know.”

“It was my pleasure. I thought of you with every stroke of the brush and imagined…”

He trails off, looking too choked up to finish his sentence. “Evan?”

“I imagined touching you again.”

“Don’t imagine.” I squeeze his hand. “Take me home and make love to me. Never let me go.”

“Ever.” He seals the vow with a kiss.