“I will, Mads. Don’t worry.”
We say our goodbyes, then hang up.
“You don’t really think he’ll go after Victoria, do you?” I ask Liam, worried at Tyler’s words.
“Fuck, I hope not. Though I can’t say I’d blame him. He has five years’ worth of pent-up anger to use on her.”
I lean back on the bed and sigh. “And here I was hoping things would go back to normal with him out.”
“It’s not your problem to worry about, baby.” He bends and presses his lips to mine. “Tyler’s a big boy. Let’s just hope he makes the right decision and leaves it be. I’m forever grateful he saved our lives, but I really don’t want to have to repay him the favor and save his.”
Liam settles into the bed next to me, and we both sit and stare in awe at our beautiful baby boy. Could life be any more perfect?
“So, you still wanna try for a girl?” he asks.
I grin. Somehow, I knew he was going to ask that. “Get ready. I’m going to jump your bones in six weeks when we’re allowed to have sex again.”
Liam shakes his head, smirking. He tilts my chin up and presses the sweetest kiss against my lips. “Good. I already threw out all the condoms.”
Rolling my eyes, I chuckle. “Guess that means we’ll keep trying until then?”
“No matter how long it takes.”
“Or how many?” I counter.
“Nope. Even if that means we end up with a football team.”
I lean over and press my lips to his. “Be careful what you wish for, Mr. Evans.”
“Already got what I wished for the day I got you, Mrs. Evans.” He smiles, brushing his thumb along my chin. “I love you.”
“Always?”
“Fucking always.”