So Pucking Over You (Power Play Off The Ice: Snowed In For The Holidays)

Epilogue

Oakley

“CarterLee, where are you?”

“I’m in the babies’ room, Mom.” My son’s voice echoes through the baby monitor.

I glance down at the dog bed. Oh no, this can’t be good.

“Dash, I need you,” I call out knowing he too will hear what’s being said over the monitor.

Grabbing my little lavender bundle of joy, I glance at the clock. Mom, Dad and Gordy will be here any minute to meet the newest members of the family. Thank god. We can use all the extra hands.

I head up the stairs to the second floor of the ranch house. My husband’s steady footfalls aren’t far behind.

“I fixed it, Mom,” my four-year-old son proudly states from beside the crib.

I look over my shoulder at Dash. “This is all your fault, and you know it.”

“Why?” He feigns innocence.

“Because you told him the story.”

“What story?”

“The one where you asked Mom to marry you and help you raise babies and puppies,” CarterLee replies. “If we’re raising them as family, they need to be together. We’re family.”

I glance into the crib. My daughter’s twin brother is swaddled in green and surrounded by six King Cavalier newborn pups and Lovey, our doggie mom.

“Yes, I did.” Dash laughs and ruffles our son’s hair. Glancing out the window he grins. Reinforcements are here. “Son, go get your Grandma and Grandpa.”

“They get to pick a puppy to take when they’re grown right? Not one of us kids?”

I try to stifle my laugh.

Dash doesn’t even try to hide his. “Right, son.”

He takes our daughter in one capable arm and snuggles me to his chest. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world. I love you, Oakley.”

“I love you, Dash. Forever.”