EPILOGUE
Colby
I didn’t think it would be possible for a woman to whip me as hard as my wife did, but I consider myself entirely whipped at this point.
When I married Sienna, I knew she was the only one for me, but I never thought she would be as unhinged as she was now.
While I had been hesitant to trust Sienna with her test all over again—images of her taking that bullet still vivid in my mind—I stayed back until she needed me. She had something to prove, and I would let her.
I dropped my wife off in front of Solitude before heading into the connecting parking ramp in the back. She had planned to enter alone and lure her target, Kevin Scott, to the limousine pick-up.
I made arrangements earlier in the day with Dustin to request that one of the MUR limos be ready for us to utilize. Once I had parked, I slid into the driver's seat and put on the black Chauffeur hat and sunglasses that were sitting on the passenger seat.
Not too long after I had gotten into position, Sienna made her way out of the hotel with her target wrapped around her. It took everything in me to resist killing him myself while I watched his hands slowly descend her body as they approached me.
Being a gentleman, Kevin opened the door for my wife, and she crawled in with a seductive smile, pushing her ass out as much as she could to keep his attention.
“Do you have to lay it on this thick?” I growled when I had the chance.
Sienna glared at me with a hiss before effortlessly snapping back to her bedroom eyes and the persona she was wearing as a mask. I had to hand it to her; she definitely was quite the actress.
Once Kevin had entered the limo and they were snuggled up in the back seat, I pulled out of the ramp and started driving us away from the Strip. I watched my wife work in the rear-view mirror, ready to pull over and take care of the man myself if she ran into any trouble.
She whispered something into his ear before giving me a wink and sliding herself over his lap to straddle him. I couldn’t hear their conversation with how far back they were—not like I would want to listen to the unsavory things he was most likely telling her.
I took my eyes off of them to make a turn onto the highway, and in those split seconds, I heard Sienna’s boisterous laughter before the all-too-familiar sounds of strangled, gurgling gasps for air filled the back of the limo.
I abruptly pulled over and jerked around in my seat to see my wife lock eyes with mine over her shoulder, her face and chest spattered with blood, straddling a lifeless and blood-soaked Kevin Scott.
“He told me I would be his most prized asset but required a sample of what I could do before confirming.” She shrugged, dropping the bloody knife onto the black leather seat before she removed herself from his lap and crawled her way towards me. “I think I’ve proven myself.”
When she reached the window, I wrapped my hand around the back of her head and pulled her blood-covered face towards mine.
Not only did this woman take a bullet and nearly die to protect me out of love, but now I had just witnessed her kill a man in cold blood to protect a future for us—one she didn’t even choose to begin with.
“You’re far more than just a mere prize, love.” I scanned her face in awe before capturing her mouth with mine. She was perfection.
Since passing her test with flying colors, she had become a force to be reckoned with, even giving Nick a run for his money. He recently mentioned that she was a natural for this line of work, nearing the same level as Bria and Tessa.
I couldn’t be more in love with my wife. She was the best thing that ever happened to me, and every day was like living in a dream with her.
Sienna had been spending a lot more time with Bria and Tessa. The three of them had become thick as thieves in the past year, going out for lunch, drinking, and even getting their hair and nails done together.
I was grateful she had formed such a close bond with those two women. They had been there for her whenever she needed someone—who wasn’t me—and had grown to see each other as more like family than friends.
Some nights, Sienna would stop by the showroom to watch me perform, sitting in the far back where no one would notice her presence but me.
Of course, I couldn’t acknowledge her during the show, but after the final curtain call, she always got every single second of my attention without fail.
My life was good— our life was exceptional.
“So I’ve been thinking…” My wife trailed off as she plopped down on the couch next to me, laying on her stomach and propping her chin on the heel of her palm.
“About?” I peered over at her from the corner of my eye as I scrolled IG on my phone.
“Put your phone away for once.” She groaned, rolling her eyes and reaching out to snatch my phone from me.
“Alright, alright.” I chuckled, turning off the screen and tossing it on the end table. “You have my full attention, love.” I smiled, angling my body to face her as I stretched an arm across the back of the couch.
“Don’t hate me—” She winced, biting her bottom lip. “But have you ever thought about or considered having kids?” Her eyes searched mine, and I could see her hesitation.
I had thought about them multiple times, especially in recent months. I didn’t want to be the first to bring it up because I didn’t want her to feel pressured to do something as significant as having kids if she wasn’t ready yet.
I wanted the discussion to happen when she was ready; apparently, that time was right now.
“I mean, it’s fine if you haven’t; I just—”
“I do want kids, love.” I beamed down at her before cupping her cheeks. “More than anything, I want to create a family with you.”
I thought I had everything I’d ever need right here in front of my eyes, but a family? That would be the greatest gift she could ever give me—that we could give each other.
She tugged at her hair nervously as it fell from behind her shoulder. She twirled a thick section around her fingers before pulling herself up to a kneeling position beside me, my hands releasing her face.
“What’s wrong?” I frowned at her silence.
I figured she would be elated with my answer, yet here she was, looking almost—disappointed by my response.
Did I not give her the answer she was hoping for? Did she not want kids?
Blowing out a heavy sigh, Sienna pulled a stick out of the back waistband of her leggings and dropped it in my lap without uttering a word.
Her eyes fixated on mine as I looked down to see she had dropped a pregnancy test into my lap.
I picked it up, turning it over to see the test window, and right in the center, clear as day, was a dark blue plus sign. My heartbeat accelerated as I realized what she was telling me—showing me.
She was pregnant.
My wife was carrying our first baby.
I immediately dropped the test to grab her around the waist and pull her to straddle my lap, holding on for dear life.
I didn’t fight the tears that fell from my eyes as I buried my face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent.
“Are you okay?” She sobbed against the side of my head—happy tears.
She started crying the moment my eyes left hers to check the test. I was sure her hormones and emotions were off the charts right now. She was pregnant with our baby…
“Am I okay?” I chuckled into her neck. “Love… I’m more than okay.” I pulled my head back to look into her tear-soaked, swollen eyes. “Are you?”
She nodded, biting down on her lip to hold back her sobs before burying her face against me once again.
“How far along?” I asked, rubbing her back as she sniffled and slowly relaxed her body onto mine.
“Eleven weeks…”
“Eleven—” How did she keep this from me for so long? How did I not notice any signs or symptoms? “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
We had just recently completed a task where she almost got herself stabbed by the target. If I had known…
“I wasn’t sure how you’d react, and I didn’t know how to bring it up.” She whispered, wiping her nose on the back of her hand before gripping my shirt. “You’ve never asked me if I wanted to have kids, and so I assumed you either weren’t interested or didn’t want them, period.”
“Love.” I ran a hand through her hair, tucking the stray strands behind her ear before resting my hand against the side of her face and neck. “I’ve always been ready; I just wanted you to be the one who chose when to start.”
Sienna always wanted control; it was the one thing she had been so desperate to have her entire life, and I wanted to give her that—control of our future.
“So you’re not mad? Or upset?” She questioned, her voice slightly shaky from crying.
“Never,” I answered, gently squeezing her waist as my hand dropped to her stomach. “I’m all in, love. There isn’t a single thing you could do that would change that.”
I pressed a kiss to her forehead as I sank further back into the couch with her weight on my chest.
I couldn’t wait to be a father and see my wife become the perfect mother to our children. I only hoped she would be open to having more than one, but I’ll leave that decision up to her, as I always would.