Epilogue
CONNOR
Eight years later…
It’s snowing outside, but it’s the lazy kind with big, fluffy flakes that make a perfect powder. This is the kind of snow Evie loves best, and when I can’t find her in the house, I know exactly where she is.
I pull on my boots and grab my coat before I go outside.
I’m barely off the porch when I hear the laughter, and it makes me smile.
She’s helping our son Evan build a snowman, and it looks like he’s just used the carrot and coal to make a penis on it.
That’s what she gets for letting a seven-year-old boy be in charge.
“That’s quite the carrot,” I tease as I look down at the snowman and then at my wife.
She giggles as she comes and gives me a kiss. “Do you feel threatened?” She wiggles her eyebrows, and I grab her ass.
I lean in close and kiss her ear. “Not after the way you came on my dick this morning.”
“Connor,” she chides, but I see the smirk she tries to hide as she slaps my chest playfully. “You’re so bad.”
“And you love it.” I kiss her again and she bites her lip.
“Maybe.” She wiggles in my arms, and I grin.
“Now you’re just begging for it again.”
“Are you guys being gross?” Evan asks, and we laugh.
“No, baby,” Evie says and pretends to glare at me. “Your daddy is just trying to mark his territory.”
“That's what Daddy says we do when we pee in the woods.”
“Damn straight,” I tell him and give Evie’s ass one last squeeze. “Where’s our baby girl?”
Just then our daughter Joyce pops out from behind the snowman and growls like she’s going to scare me. I pretend to scream in fear as I fall on the ground and take her with me. After that it’s a dog pile and we all roll around in the snow.
“Who wants cocoa before we go see Uncle Wilder and Aunt Natalie?” Evie asks. It was hard to explain to the kids that they’re all actually cousins, so we just decided to call them aunt and uncle to make things easier. Also because they’re more like my brother and sister than anything else.
“Me!” the kids shout in unison, and they go running up the porch and into the house.
Evie shouts for them to take their boots off, but before she can go inside after them, I grab her around the waist and pull her to me.
“They’re gonna get water all over the floor,” she complains, but she still wraps her legs around me as I lift her up.
“And you know I’m going to clean it up, so hush.” She smiles at me as she brushes snow out of my beard.
“How are you still so perfect?”
“Because I’m selfish.” I shrug, and she looks at me in confusion.
“I love this life we’ve built, and I don’t want a single thing about it to change.
I’m selfish because I want to keep you all to myself, and if that means being perfect, then so be it.
Well, I guess whatever version of perfection you want.
That’s what I’m going to do because I won’t risk what we’ve made. ”
“That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me, Connor Thompson.”
“Does that mean I get to plow you in the snow?”
She giggles and rolls her eyes, but I see the flush in her cheeks. I might not get to bend her over this tree trunk next to me right this second, but I’ll have my cock in her again before the day is done.
“You’re shameless.”
“Kiss me,” I demand, and her lips meet mine before I can finish the sentence.
Her tongue sweeps over mine, and it’s so hot that I might just take her to the ground in spite of the cold.
“I love you,” she whispers against my mouth.
“I love you too, little duck.” I hold her close to me and kiss her once more before the kids come out shouting for their cocoa.
“The sooner we get them hot chocolate, the sooner we can leave them at Aunt Natalie’s house for the night.”
When I take off running toward the house, she laughs so loud it echoes through the trees. That’s the beauty of our mountain up here. The love we have grows all around us, and there’s no place I’d rather be.
THE END!