Epilogue
ASHER
It’s been a week since we arrived in the Bahamas, and I’m starting to think someone is spiking my morning coffee with Viagra.
Or maybe it’s just Hannah in her tiny bikinis, making the most of our private beach.
My cock has been eternally hard for days, and even fucking her multiple times a day, making the most of the fact she’s no longer on birth control, the fucker still won’t go down.
Rowan, as the ever-prepared patriarch of the family, has been diligently reading every parenting book he can get his hands on, despite having already raised a kid, and Hannah and I are enjoying every second of making fun of him.
But tonight is different.
Tonight, we ask our girl to spend the rest of her life with us.
The ring box presses against my thigh, a constant reminder of what’s to come, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.
Not because I have cold feet, because that couldn’t be further from the truth.
No. There’s a voice in the back of my head telling me she might say no. She might not want to tie herself to us for the rest of her life, that she might think it’s too soon.
But then I remind myself that just a couple of weeks ago, she told us she wants to have our kid, so my worries are pointless.
Rowan leads her down the private beach under the guise of watching the sunset, and right now I’m just grateful she’s wearing something over the sinful red bikini she was strutting around in earlier.
Not that the see-through pullover is much better, but it’s almost enough to let the blood return to other parts of my body for the first time in days.
Hannah talks animatedly about the wildlife we’ve seen and how she would love to have a holiday house somewhere tropical, and without seeing his face, I know Rowan is working out how to make that dream come true.
I’m pretty sure if she asked to have an elephant for a pet, he would go to the ends of the earth to make it happen, which is exactly how I know our kid is going to be spoiled as hell.
Her voice cuts off mid-sentence, and a soft gasp escapes her lips.
Following her eyes, I realize she’s spotted the candlelight in the distance, the romantic dinner I planned for us just down the beach.
“What’s going on?” she whispers, her fingers brushing against her lips.
I meet Rowan’s eye over her head, and he gives me a slight nod.
It looks like he doesn’t want to wait another second either.
Without hesitation, I move in front of her and drop to one knee in the soft sand, and a moment later, Rowan is kneeling beside me.
“Hannah, we love you—”
“Yes!” She falls to her knees, wrapping an arm around each of us.
“Little Doe, you’re supposed to let us ask you.”
“I don’t need you to. I don’t need you to repeat all the sweet things you already tell me every single day, because there’s nothing I want more than to be your wife.”
Rowan envelops her face in his hands, dragging her lips to his in a rough kiss before turning her to me so I can do the same.
I thought I knew what it meant to be happy, to have the world at my feet, but I had no fucking clue.
Because my life didn’t truly begin until I finally got to call Hannah mine, and soon, I’ll get to call her my wife.
THE END