“That’s queen to you.” I let the ribbing weave into my tone before the words softened as I ran my fingers through his hair. “You did say you wanted to be my king.”
He released the puff of a chuckle at my neck, chills racing my flesh as he gathered me up.
Held me tight.
“You are my treasure,” he whispered.
“And you are my forever,” I told him.
My everything.
And I would be the one to treasure every part of him.
Kale had never come to the place where he’d accepted he’d saved my son.
He would tell me it was my faith.
My belief.
My hope that had filled Evan with the strength to fight.
And maybe that was okay.
Because sometimes . . .
Sometimes even hope needed a hero.
And Kale Bryant?
He was mine.
The End