First Love (Love Series #5) - Fiona Davenport Page 0,2

was handing the company over to me completely, so I was finally back in New York to stay. And, this time, I wasn’t going to keep my distance. I was going after the one I wanted, and I was going to make her mine.

I set my sister on her feet and kissed her forehead before straightening back up. She took my hand, and my dad threw an arm around my shoulders, both of them guiding me into the living room. I dropped down onto one of the couches in the large room, and Hope curled up into my side. My little sister was adorable, and she reminded me of my goals. I wanted a family, and I was determined to start working on that right away.

“Are you sure you won’t stay with us for a little while?” my mom asked as my dad pulled her down onto his lap.

“He’s a grown man, Penelope,” my dad said softly before brushing his lips over her temple. “He needs his own space.” She pouted, and I almost caved. Only the reminder of my evening plans had me sticking to my guns.

“The work on my apartment was finished last week, and I’m anxious to get settled in my new home.” I’d bought a three-level penthouse flat just off 5th Avenue on the Upper East Side near The Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was older and didn’t have a great layout, so I’d had it gutted and completely renovated, specifically adding more bedrooms for a large family, and an art studio on the top floor. While drawing up the plans, I hacked Pinterest to see Eva’s private boards in order to make sure she would be happy with all my choices. I was more than ready to settle down. I was anxious to get my woman home and get to work on breeding her.

My mom sighed but nodded with a smile. “I understand. I won’t guilt you into staying here. But I expect to see a lot of you, young man.”

I laughed. “I promise.”

We talked for a while, catching up on my siblings and the kids of my parents’ friends who I’d grown up with. Eventually, my mom dragged Hope out of the room to get her ready for bed.

When I was alone with my dad, I decided to seek his advice on my situation. I knew a little about his and my mom’s story. I was biologically my dad’s nephew. When my parents had been killed, he’d taken me in and adopted me. Being a new dad, he’d felt out of his depth and had hired the girl next door to help him take care of his infant son. They’d fallen in love and married shortly after they met. My mom was over twenty years younger than my dad, but they were hopelessly in love, and it seemed as though their feelings had only grown over the years. I’d always known I wanted what they had, and I’d known who I wanted it with since I was twenty-one. But I hadn’t fully accepted it until a few years after that. Then I’d spent the rest of my time away watching and preparing.

My dad was aware of what was going on because I’d eventually confided in him when I got tired of dealing with my obsession on my own. It wasn’t like I could talk to Trevor about it. Facing Justice and Trevor were among the things that had driven me to seek my dad’s advice. He’d shocked the hell out of me when he told me that I should go after what I wanted, no matter what, and that he would support me, even if it meant causing a rift between him and Justice. Dad had made a suggestion on the timing for that conversation, and I’d taken his advice. A couple of months before I was set to move back to New York, I’d flown home for one night, just to have a conversation with Justice and Trevor, in person, because I felt like I owed them that much.

Unlike my dad and Justice; his brother, Thatcher; and their mutual friend, Jamison, who’d all married and knocked up their wives before they were nineteen, I’d decided to wait until Eva was a little older. I’d definitely inherited the gene that made my woman my obsession, though. Only being a continent away had kept me from going after her before either of us were ready. Eva would never be happy living away from her family,