Zander’s POV
For the next few days, Izzy and I snuck time together here and there. It wasn’t much except at night. We snuck out of the main house every night, headed down to the beach, and sat in the moonlight. We’d hold hands and kiss a little. We would talk about our hopes and dreams, really, it was more of a fantasy future than anything. Tonight, Isabella is sitting between my legs and leaning back against my chest. I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around her. I wanted to stay like this forever. Hold her in my arms and never let her go.
“How many kids do you think we’d have?” I asked.
“You’re thinking about kids already?” She answered my question with a question.
“Yes, I’m planning our make-believe future, you know,” I chuckled.
“Well, Mr. Planner, how many do you want?” Isabella
