Twelve months after choosing Dominic, we took things slow. Real slow.

"Good morning," he said, bringing me coffee in bed. It had become our routine. He'd get up with the twins, make breakfast, and let me have thirty minutes of quiet before the chaos started.

"You spoil me," I said, accepting the mug gratefully.

"I'm courting you properly this time. The way I should have from the beginning."

"We're living in the same house, raising children together, and you're courting me?"

"Absolutely." ...