Greg never would have guessed that this was how the evening— or morning really by that time— would end, but something had shifted into place between him and Lara at the hospital. He didn’t know what it was or why it had happened, but that grief that had slowly been suffocating him had receded when he watched Lara holding Rose and had completely disappeared when he held her himself, her tiny button nose and those gorgeous blue eyes banishing whatever darkness that had been weighing him down.
And now, with Lara’s body under his, her beautiful curves beneath his hands, and her auburn hair spread out around her on his mattress, Greg had never felt more whole, more at home. He was beyond ready to stop waiting for something that he had probably been ready for since the first time he’d kissed
