Epilogue
HURRICANE
One Month Later
The sheets on the bed anchor me to reality.
After months trapped in amnesia, I’ll never take this for granted.
Kaia’s body is curled against mine, her scent, the way she fits perfectly into my arm, it’s everything.
My fingers trace lazy patterns across her bare shoulder while morning sun filters through our bedroom curtains, painting everything gold.
“You’re thinking too loud,” Kaia murmurs against my chest.
I press a kiss to her head. “Can’t help it, Sha. Still feels like a dream.”
She lifts her eyes to mine. “If this is a dream, don’t wake up.”
Her lips find mine, soft at first, then deeper. My hand slides down her spine as heat ignites between us.
“The twins are still asleep,” she whispers. “Ingrid has the monitor.”
“Mmm.” My lips trail along her jaw. “What’re you sayin’, baby?”
“I’m saying let’s make the most of what time we have before kid duty starts.”
“Oh, I like where your thinkin’ is, baby.
” I lean in, moving over the top of her, my lips finding hers.
It’s been a month of figuring out how my new body moves, but we’ve been making it work.
I let out a groan when her fingers slide down my scarred back.
The sensation doesn’t jar me anymore. It ignites me, just like it used to.
I rock my hips into her, causing a soft moan to escape her lips as my cock begins to harden.
My lips trail kisses down her neck, before I slide the strap from her shoulder, to reveal her breast, and lean down, taking her nipple between my teeth. She moans as I suck in the after effects, my fingers sliding between us, beneath her panties, reaching for her—
Suddenly, the door bursts open. “Daddy!” Immy launches herself onto the bed, landing next to us with a giggle that lights up my soul. Her wild curls bounce, ice-blue eyes sparkling.
I should be frustrated. But looking at my daughter grinning, all I can do is laugh.
I smirk down at Kaia, rolling off her, trying to ignore my raging boner and slide into position on the bed beside Kaia, letting Immy move in between the two of us. “Whatcha doin’, baby girl?” I scoop her up as Kaia tugs the sheet, face flushed and laughing.
“Ingrid said I could wake you up. It’s time for pancakes!”
“What kind?”
“Chocolate chip! With extra chips! An’ whipped cream! An’ sprinkles!”
Ingrid appears in the doorway, Louis balanced on her hip. “Sorry. This one couldn’t wait to see her daddy.”
“S’all good.” I stand, rearranging myself and setting Immy on the bed.
“Daddy was givin’ Mama kisses!” Immy announces.
Ingrid’s laugh echoes down the hall. “I’m sure he was, sweetie. Let’s let them get dressed.”
Immy scrambles off, planting a wet kiss on my scarred cheek before racing after Ingrid.
“She’s fearless,” Kaia says softly, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Just like her daddy.”
I turn in her embrace. “I’m not fearless anymore. Used to be I didn’t give a fuck about dyin’.” My hands frame her face. “But now? Now I got everythin’ to lose. You, Immy, Lynx, and Trina, that’s a life worth livin’.”
“You’re still the bravest man I know.”
“Nah. Comin’ back was selfish, but I needed you too damn much to stay gone.”
“Good.” She kisses me. “I’m glad Carol found you and brought you home.”
We dress and head downstairs. The kitchen is organized chaos. Ingrid’s flipping pancakes, South’s pouring coffee, his long hair pulled back, and Immy’s adding chocolate chips to the bowl while eating just as many.
“Uncle Hurricane,” Louis squeals, toddling over.
I scoop him up, tossing him until he giggles.
South hands me coffee, black.
“Twins still asleep?”
“For now.” I sip. “Give ’em twenty minutes.”
We settle around the table, South built by hand. Pancakes piled high.
This is what I fought for.
This is what I survived for.
“What are the plans for you now, Pres?” South asks.
“Former Pres,” I say when South asks, force of habit. City’s wearing the gavel now. “I’m good where I am. Just a regular brother. No weight of the club on my shoulders. Just... this.”
“Just this,” Kaia echoes.
The baby monitor crackles. I think it’s Lynx. I wave Kaia off and jog upstairs. The cribs stand side by side, and Lynx is awake, winding up for a wail.
“Hey, little man.” I lift him, cradling him against my chest. “Daddy’s here.”
He settles immediately, ice-blue eyes blinking up with recognition. Trina stirs, so I grab her too. Both my babies, one in each arm.
“You know…” I tell them softly, “… there was a time I thought I’d never know where I belonged.
When I was buried under rubble. When I didn’t know who I was, or what happened.
” I press kisses to their heads. “But I found my way back. Because this life was waitin’ even though I didn’t know it at the time. ”
“Hurricane?” Kaia’s voice from the doorway.
“Yeah, baby?”
“You good?”
I look up at this incredible woman who loved me through death and resurrection. “Yeah, Sha. I’m real fuckin’ good.”
She settles on the chair arm, and we sit like this, our little family, bathed in sunlight.
“You know what today is?” she asks. “One month since you came back.”
I remember the shock on faces, Kaia collapsing into my arms, holding these twins for the first time.
A second chance.
“Best month of my life.”
“Even with the nightmares?”
“Even with them. Because I wake up, and you’re here. My family.”
Footsteps thunder upstairs. Immy appears with chocolate smeared on her face. “Daddy, Uncle South says I can help fix his motorcycle later today.”
“All right, little chéri. But you listen to everything he says, yeah?”
“I promise!” Immy kisses both twins before racing downstairs.
We head back down to the noise and chaos.
Ingrid’s telling stories. Immy’s adding chocolate chips to Louis’ pancakes, both giggling.
This is my life now.
Not the president.
Not the man with a death wish.
Just Hurricane.
Father.
Husband.
Brother.
I’ve been through hell.
Survived explosions, amnesia, and a fucking long separation.
But sitting here now, surrounded by laughter and love, I know one thing—I’d do it all again.
Every painful moment.
Because it all led me back here.
“Daddy!” Immy tugs my sleeve. “Stop daydreaming.”
Kaia’s hand finds mine under the table and squeezes. I squeeze back.
I’m here.
I’m real.
I’m not going anywhere.
I’m soaking it all in.
Burning it into memory so no force on earth can ever take it from me again.
Because I’ve learned something crucial…
Hurricanes are forces of nature, violent and destructive. But even the strongest storm eventually passes, revealing blue skies, calm waters, and the chance to rebuild something better.
I’ve had my storm.
I’ve raged, destroyed, and it nearly cost me everything.
But now?
Now I’m the calm after the storm.
The peace.
The promise of sunny days and a love so steady it could anchor ships.
And nothing, not the Bratva, not the Cartel, not death itself, can hold down a hurricane once he’s found something worth living for.
THE END