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We hadn’t even made it downstairs by then

I anchored her toher tele day that I’ve waited for you," I told her quietly, "and ot to buy you flowers I plan to make up for that, every day for the rest of our lives"

She started crying, and Ca where her oas

"No owie, sweet pea," she told hirown-ups cry when they’re very happy, when they get so really nice, that they never expected"

We went down to the kitchen

Iris started getting out the ingredients for French toast

"Really, Iris, is that appropriate, in front of the boy?" I teased

She giggled, and I loved it

It was after breakfast, Ca at the table, and I’d cornered Iris in the living roo ainst me, but her eyes were serious "On a scale of one to ten, how ed I couldn’t hold onto , couldn’t even sum A big part of it was lust, but the rest was sheer, unadulterated relief

I tried to explain this to her, but she wouldn’t believe me, so I told her she could ht need to get a nanny," she whispered in response "I have two years’ worth of sexual frustration that I’ated to nap and bedti I’d ever heard in ot married at a drive-thru chapel, exactly twenty e license squared away, because ere in an inexplicable rush, and Iris clai

Caot a real kick out of it

It was perfect I wouldn’t have changed a thing

Iris and Caht my home with them

SOME HAPPY MONTHS LATER

My mother and father were shocked but thrilled when they found out they had a grandson They had given up on that possibility years ago, which randparents

The circuht Cameron to them, however, they were not so thrilled about

Any ree, had theht lipped and stiff, to say the least

Iris seeoing into herin their company It positively tickled her