He knew he wasn't going anywhere that didn't take him to her.

Marry me, princess. I'll give you my kingdom—small potatoes that it is.

He understood that she needed some time to get used to "them." He didn't. He knew exactly what was happening, and he didn't need another week, another month, another year, to get things in perspective. He loved her. It was that plain. That simple.

He hugged her hard. "I love you. My life is so much better with you in it than out of it.

Hey, Tink," Reed called to his wife. He'd given up on the poker game and was cradling the little pink handle that was Mariah Savage in his arms. "Look how cute she is. I think I want one. S'pose we can stop by Walmart and pick up one just like her.?" Chrystal glanced up from her cards and gave her husband a look. "Three o'clock feedings. Smelly diapers. Responsability." "Oh. Right. I'd have to grow up.

I existed until I met you. Now I'm alive.

Go away. I told you, I'm not interested." She looked from his lap to his face. "Your nose is growing too.