Epilogue
Five years later
Amelia
Ihear giggles before I even get halfway down the hall. Grinning at the scene in my old room at my parents’ house, I lean against the doorway and watch our three-year-old daughter paint her daddy’s nails.
“Hmm…” She holds his hand and moves it around like she’s looking for something.
“What’s wrong, princess?” Alex sits still and lets her move his arm every which way.
“I don’t think this blue is the best blue.” She frowns and continues painting.
“It’s a beautiful blue, sweetheart,” Alex assures her. I never get tired of watching him with her. He’s a loving and attentive father who is absolutely wrapped around her little finger.
He’s also a loving and attentive husband who is absolutely wrapped around my little finger, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Hopefully it’s a quick-drying blue,” I say with a smile. They both look over at me with matching green eyes and chin dimples as they grin. Grace’s red hair is a wild mess and she’s wearing one of about a million ridiculously overpriced princess dresses.
“Don’t worry, Mommy, it is. And I’m almost done.” She paints the last nail with a flourish. “See? Ta-da!”
“Fantastic job. Now go find your sister. She wants to French braid your hair.”
“Okay.” She’s off like a shot, yelling, “Lizzie Bean! I’m coming!”
Grace is Bean’s biggest fan. Which isn’t really that surprising.
I didn’t think Bean and I could be closer than we already were, but we’ve found new levels over the last few years. We had always planned to raise our kids around each other someday, and that’s exactly what we’re doing as much as possible.
Sure, it’s a little bit unconventional to some people. One three-year-old calling another three-year-old Auntie Gracie usually raises a few eyebrows. Bean takes great pleasure in calling me Mama Minnie in public and thinks it’s hilarious when her daughter calls me Gramaminnie.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Alex stands and walks toward me. His hair is a little more silver at the temples than it was when I met him, but I think my husband somehow gets even more good-looking every day.
“What’s that smirk for?” he asks.
I point at my face. “This smirk?”
“Uh-huh.” He nods and then dips his head, kissing the smirk off me.
“There was a time when you said you’d choose almost anything over a manicure.”
“Well, we didn’t have such an amazing manicurist in the family then.”
“True.”
He rubs his hand gently over my small baby bump. “Think this one will want to do my eyeshadow?”
“Still convinced you’re destined to be a girl dad?” Next week, we’ll find out what we’re having this time. Grant’s keeping track, and last I heard, most of our friends and family agree with Alex.
He shrugs a shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind being a girl dad forever, sunshine. I’ll be happy no matter what.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Yeah, I know, Mr. Delgado,” I say in a sultry voice I know he loves.
He groans. “Damn it, Amelia. I’m supposed to be getting in a big ass van with your dad and a bunch of other guys in like ten minutes to go to the golf course.”
I nip at his chin. “Well, I know exactly what we can do for those ten minutes.”
With a growl, he kisses me. My sex drive is off the charts right now. Even more than it was when I was pregnant with Grace.
Alex closes and locks the door without taking his mouth off mine.
Within seconds, my clothes are on the floor, and his lips are on my clit.
He has me panting and coming on his tongue in no time before picking me up to set me on my hands and knees.
When he enters me from behind, we both groan at the pleasure.
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
“Hard, Alex. Fuck me hard.”
He pulls most of the way out, slams back into me, and does exactly as I ask. His pace is fast and hard, and a second orgasm builds up.
“Oh, fuck,” I sob quietly, exploding around him as he fills my pussy with his release.
His arms hold me up and then guide me to my side. We lie on the bed wrapped up in each other until a knock sounds on the door.
“Hey, are you two done with your…adult activities? We want to go shopping!”
I snort a laugh. “We’ll be downstairs in two minutes, Bean.”
“I’m setting a timer, Minnie. The girls are threatening to steal my car if we don’t leave soon.” I hear her stomp away, muttering about horny pregnant women.
Alex quickly helps me clean up and get dressed, pressing a kiss to my belly before pulling my shirt down. I press a kiss to my shitty signature tattooed on him before he puts his shirt on.
We make our way down the stairs. At the bottom, he captures my lips for another kiss. “Have fun, baby.”
He saunters away to join the guys.
Bean waddles up to me. “Are you staring at my dad’s ass right now?”
“Fuck yeah, I am. It’s one hell of an ass.”
“Gross, MM. Gross.” She says it with a huge smile like she always does.
Our girls dart past us, hand in hand and yelling, “Peppermint hot chocolates!” in unison.
Bean sighs dramatically. “Should we stop at Gloria’s first?”
Grinning, I hook my arm through hers. “Always.”