All that had mattered was that I’d been Mrs. Devlin Cutter and I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.

Devlin caught hold of my chin and lifted my face so that I had no choice but to meet his gaze. “I only want two days with just me and you, Nat. Will you give me that?”

Blinking back tears, I nodded. “Yes, of course. Thank you for wanting to give me a honeymoon, babe.” I lifted onto my tiptoes to brush my mouth with his. “But what are we going to do with Trinity?”

“Marissa and Wroth will stay here at the house and watch her. It will be good practice for them since they are talking about finally using Marissa’s eggs that she had frozen.” His big hands stroked up and down my spine through my red dress, making my entire body hum with sexual energy that had nowhere to go anytime soon.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, rubbing myself against him like a cat wanting to be petted.

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Nowhere too far away. I don’t want to waste our two nights away from Trinity by having to travel. I was thinking we could go upstate and rent a cabin. We can cuddle up in front of a fireplace and drink hot cocoa. Maybe roast a few marshmallows. Or make love on some cheesy bearskin rug.” He winked and stepped back. “Sound like a good idea?”

“I love you,” was my only answer as I followed after him and he stepped into the now steaming shower. The only thing keeping me from immediately following him inside the stall was the fact that I was wearing the only dress I had for tonight’s Christmas party. I bit my lip, wondering if I wanted to risk arriving obscenely late if I took off my dress and climbed in with my husband to wash his back.

Of course that meant that I would have to redo my hair and everything else…

The decision was taken out of my hands when I heard Harris come into the bedroom with a crying Trinity in his arms. “She’s hungry, Nat,” he called out and I decided to forgo reapplying my makeup so that I could hurry and feed her. I still needed to get her ready once she’d been feed.

It was over an hour later before we pulled into the driveway of Emmie’s six-bedroom beach house. We weren’t the last to arrive but we definitely weren’t the first. Devlin helped me out of the front passenger seat while Harris took his sister and her car seat from the back of our tank-like SUV.

As we stood on the doorstep, I didn’t immediately reach out to ring the doorbell. Instead I took a moment to take in my small, perfect family. My husband in his ripped jeans and dress shirt and sports jacket, with his long hair pulled back into a man bun was probably the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I forced my gaze not to linger on him so I turned my attention to my stepson. If you saw Harris right then with her you probably would have thought she belonged to him. Trinity looked more like Devlin and Harris than she did me, but even now there was no mistaking whose eyes she was going to end up with. The blue-gray depths of my daughter’s eyes were possibly the only thing she would ever inherit from me when it came to looks.

“What’s wrong?” Devlin asked, looking concerned when he noticed I hadn’t rung the doorbell yet. “Are you okay? We don’t have to stay if you aren’t up to it.”

I shook my head as I blinked back the tears that were trying to spill from my eyes. “No. I’m fine. Just taking a moment to savor how perfect this Christmas already is.”

“Ah, baby.” Devlin bent and brushed his lips across mine. “I love you, Nat.”

“I love her too, but do you think we could move this precious little scene inside?” Harris asked. “It’s cold and Trinity should be inside where it’s warm.”

“You’re a good brother, Harris,” I told him, pulling him against me and his father so that we were standing in a group hug. “I love you, buddy.” I kissed his cheek. “This is going to be the best Christmas ever.”