by Eliza Marsh
“I think I'd like that,” he said quietly, smiling softly down at her.
She grinned widely in response, hardly believing how the dreaded afternoon had turned out. This scenario had only ever happened in her wildest dreams. And even though she knew there was still a long way to go in repairing what they had, this was undoubtedly a giant step in the right direction.
“One condition, though,” he added, barely able to contain a smirk as she looked at him expectantly. “We are not naming this kid Tyler Junior.”
Jackie laughed and closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his torso and leaning her head against his chest. “I think I can agree with that.”
Dean wrapped his arms tightly around her shoulders, breathing in the scent of coconut shampoo that he'd missed dearly in their time apart. Despite all of the questions and uncertainty for the future, this felt undeniably right. He felt happy.
Besides, he killed people for a living. How hard could it possibly be to raise a baby?
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