"So now I'm your favorite takeout?" he asked through a husky chuckle. Jessica would undoubtedly rile him up by merely existing and any attention she gave him. As happy as he was, there was a wounded part of him that feared to believe in a future. It was what prompted him to work toward it rather than wait around to be thrown into another universe.

This was his. He was hers. Nobody could take him from a life that they couldn't easily find him. A husband and father? Diego was sure not even his mother would believe that. He believed it would make her proud while scared shitless over messing up and ruining what he had with Jessica. Yet the latter didn't seem possible. Not after the conversation they had tonight.

"When you were a kid, what did you wanna be when you grew up?"

The question was not really out of nowhere. He wondered if she liked what she did for work or if maybe Jessica had dreams of a different life.