Maybe Forever (Maybe... Book 3)

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Author: Kim Golden
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pointed out. "This is no different. It's your career, Lanes, not his. And if you still want a job at the end of the day, you're going to have to decide who and what you prioritize."
    "My kids will always come first."
    "Just think about it, Laney. I'm giving you two weeks to think about it. I've got to tell them by mid-August if you're coming back."
    "I'll think about it."
    "Think hard, Lanes. We'd rather have you back than have to let you go."
     
    *     *     *
    As soon as he arrived home, the mood transformed. My little girls forgot about me. Freya squealed with delight as soon as she heard his voice. She wiggled out of my arms and crawl-scooted across the floor to him. Liv danced around him, singing, "Daddy's home, Daddy's home!" And Mads...well, he loved his girls. He scooped them both up and kissed them, bounced them around and told them how he'd missed them all day. Watching him with them sometimes made me forget about how lately he was more absent than present. He spoke Danish with them, and Liv, who sometimes stumbled over simple English words, kept up with him. With me, she spoke a combination of English and Danish. And she wrinkled her nose at English words she thought were weird. But with Mads, she danced and sang in Danish, her eyes alight with so much love for her father that it made me ashamed to feel any ounce of jealousy. My daughter had what I'd wanted all of my life—a father who adored her, who would probably do anything for her.
    I waited until it was my turn. Once Liv had decided she'd had enough of her father's snuggles with his razor-stubbled cheeks and chin, she wriggled down to the floor and ran off to look for Bobbi Fox. With Freya still crooked in his arm, he reached for me with his free hand and pulled me close. I turned my face up to be kissed but it was quick, not the lingering one I wanted. "Sorry I'm so late," he said and then planted a kiss on my lips. "The Vesterbrogade team wanted to meet and talk more about the hotel project."
    "It's okay," I assured him. I kept my arms around him and leaned into his chest. Freya's chubby hand patted the top of my head. His shirt smelled hot and damp from outside. Traces of smoke, sawdust and beer clung to the cotton. "I saved some dinner for you, if you're hungry."
    "Starving..." And then he kissed me again, another quick peck, before he too wriggled away in search of food.
    I trailed behind him, feeling a lot like a groupie following the rock star whose touch she lives for. Four years. Four years and two children and he hadn't changed. He still looked as disarming and sexy as when we first met. A few strands of gray shimmered in his red-gold hair, but Mads still looked exactly as I remembered from that Copenhagen Cryo video. His body was still lean and firm. Every muscle still so perfectly honed that I often wondered how he could even be real. Women still approached him, still flocked to him. And he pretended not to see, not to notice. But sometimes I wondered if it secretly pleased him. To be so desired, to still be so in demand. No wonder the clinic had wanted to sue us...
    I, on the other hand, was not as slender and toned as I'd been before the babies came. A c-section scar ran across my belly from giving birth to Liv. I'd been afraid I'd have to have another caesarean with Freya but she was a natural birth. I was still trying to lose my baby weight. I'd gained fifteen pounds with Freya. Fifteen pounds that seemed to settle around my hips and thighs. I tried jogging, dieting...nothing seemed to shake it, but Mads claimed to prefer me curvy. I wasn't sure I believed him. I wanted to, but whenever I looked in the mirror I saw a washed-out, lackluster version of myself. I tried to make up for it by still doing all the things that made me feel sexy—wearing makeup, getting my hair done, getting a bikini wax even when I knew I'd be too tired to give Mads enough time to even enjoy it. We hadn't made love in months. He was still affectionate with

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