Very Wicked Things

My somedays were all coming true.

I’d wanted to fly and I had. In more ways than one.

I gazed at Cuba. He immediately put down his bowl and came over to me.

He titled my chin up, hitting me with those drop-dead gorgeous eyes. “What is it?”

I shook my head, emotional. “You’re never going anywhere other than right here, are you?”

He smiled softly and brushed his lips against mine. “Never. I can’t imagine being anywhere else but right here with you and my new family. And someday, I’ll be a doctor, and you’ll dance as a principal. Best part is we’ll be married. We’ll have babies, of course, maybe four; at least three.”

I gaped, and he chuckled.

“Babies,” Sarah called out, and oh, I laughed.

Yes, yes, yes. Someday.

The End