Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“Wow, I didn’t know that. Would you like to see her while you’re here?” he asked.
“I’ve thought about it. Maybe once your time on the site is up, we can fly to London and stay for a few days before we fly home.”
Lucas took my hand in his. “I would love that. I’d love to visit a few places while we’re over here.”
“That would be fun. Especially before we have the baby. I have a feeling our traveling days will be limited with a little one.”
“I don’t know, my parents didn’t let kids stop them from traveling. I think we can still do it with the proper planning.”
We walked for a bit longer before I said, “You know, we never did talk about kids. How many do you want?”
Lucas shrugged. “I never really thought about it. I don’t know if I have a magic number. I guess it depends on what we both want. What we feel comfortable with. How about you?”
I looped my arm around his. “I’m like you. I never really thought about it. I’m not the least bit upset about the baby, but a part of me isn’t too worried about having more kids. I guess I’m thinking like you. We just see how it goes.”
He smiled as he looked down at me. I swore his eyes sparkled with happiness. “I like that plan. And if I haven’t said it lately, thank you for being here, Hollie. I know what you gave up to join me in Ireland.”
“I didn’t give up anything, Lucas. I’m right where I want to be. I’ve been thinking, though. With the baby coming, I really think I want to be a stay-at-home mom. In our rush to start this relationship, we never really talked about money and all of that. My grandmother left me a trust fund. I don’t really dip into it at all. If I did decide to sell my event planning business, I’d still have money to contribute.”
Lucas took my hand and led me over to a bench where we both sat down. “First of all, you don’t need to work if you don’t want to. I make plenty of money working with the city to take care of our family. But if you want to keep working, I don’t care either. The only thing I want is for you to be happy, Hollie. Money is just that…money. No matter what, we’ll make do.”
I squeezed his hand. “I love you for saying that. And love that you want me to be happy. I want the same for you. I should probably tell you that my grandmother was wealthy.”
“Wait, which one?”
“My father’s mother. She inherited it from her parents. They owned several businesses and he made most of his money from real-estate in New York and Boston. They left nearly all of it to me and Sarah. In a trust. I don’t think Sarah has really touched hers and I only used some of mine to start my event planning business.”
“Hollie, that’s your money to do with as you wish. If you want to stay home with our baby, we’ll be fine.”
“It’s our money now, Lucas. We’re married and in this together.”
We sat in a comfortable silence before Lucas exhaled.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
He shook his head slightly. “I was wondering what it would be like to live in Europe.”
I chuckled. “Just think of all the ancient things you could dig up.”
Smiling, he said, “I’ve had fun on this dig site and I’m glad I got the change to do it. But I’ve got to be honest, I miss home. I miss Salem.”
“What are you saying?”
He stood and reached for my hand. “We have one more day in Scotland before the dig site opens back up. Let’s not talk about work or the future or anything like that. I want to enjoy this last day in this beautiful city.”
“I like the sound of that. What should we do now?”
Lucas waggled his brows. “There’s a warm bed waiting back in our room.”
I closed my eyes and said, “And a hot bath in that copper tub!”
The bell above the door rang out as I walked into O’Brien’s. I took one glance around and froze in place. It was packed.
Lifting up onto my toes, I saw Kelley delivering some food to a table while another group attempted to get her attention. I wasn’t sure what in the world came over me in that moment, but I rushed over to the table to help.
“What can I get for you?”
Four sets of eyes stared at me in utter shock. “You’re American.”
I placed my hand over my chest and said in a surprised voice, “What?”
“Who cares if she’s American; I want another pint!” one of the men stated as he held up his empty glass.