FIVE YEARS LATER
His world.
Everything in this room was what Dominic would die for.
Cain, their son, called out for him, his little voice one of the sweetest things Dominic had ever heard.
He smiled and picked Cain up, the little boy talking so fast about the game he’d played at school today that Dominic couldn’t even keep up.
Dominic looked at Chloe, who stood a few feet away, the dinosaur backpack hanging from her hand.
God, she was just as beautiful as she’d ever been.
Over the last six years things had settled down considerably. Her family had come to terms with their relationship, their marriage, and when Cain was born, Dominic had seen all that animosity leave.
All they saw was love.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Chloe said, taking Cain from him and rising on her toes to give Dominic a kiss. “Let’s get you a snack and some water, and then you can play with your toys.”
“We’ll play trains or trucks or whatever you want, buddy,” Dominic said and ruffled Cain’s dark hair.
The sound of Molly, their one-year-old daughter, crying through the baby monitor, had Dominic waving at Chloe. “I’ll get her, baby.” He headed into her room. She stood up in the crib, her arms outstretched, big crocodile tears falling down her cherub cheeks.
“Aw, sweet girl. What’s wrong, Molly?”
She cried harder and clenched her little hands into tight fists.
He scooped her up and gave her kisses until her tears stopped and she rested her head on his shoulder.
Dominic headed out of her room and to the kitchen where he could hear Cain telling Chloe about his day.
“Wow, buddy. It sounds like it was a pretty awesome day.”
He stood in the doorway and just watched them, holding his baby girl as he stared at Chloe, the woman who’d stolen his heart, and Cain, his little big boy, who was the spitting image of himself.
Chloe looked over at him. He smiled at his wife, feeling like he was the luckiest bastard in the world.
There was nothing more important to him than his wife and their children. And he’d make sure there was never a day where they questioned that.
The End.