“If I’m still willing…” Asher said, eyes soft. “Cynthia. Of course I’m willing.”
“Then you’ll be the baby’s godfather?”
“Very few things would make me happier.” Cradling my face, he kissed me softly on the lips. “My family. Finally.”
Before I could feel bad for not accepting sooner, he kissed me again.
Then he dropped to his knees before me. He placed his hands on my hips and peppered kisses all around my growing belly until I giggled.
“My whole life, I’ll protect you,” he said to the baby. “I’ll keep you safe and happy. You’ll grow up strong. You’ll never know a lonely day.” He looked up at me. “And neither will your mother.”
“Asher…”
“I mean it. I will stay by your side for as long as you let me.”
I would always let him. “Stay, then. Stay with me.”
Slowly, he rose back up to his
