Epilogue
Brenna
“Here’s your requested breakfast in bed, my queen. I hope it lives up to your high standards of foodery excellence. You can thank the chef later. He wants that piece of ass you promised him.”
That’s my husband, folks. He was a total weirdo, but he was my weirdo. He’d been extra clingy and attentive the last couple of months, since the she-devil shot me. My leg was healing well, but still gave me trouble from time to time. Physical therapy had helped, but the love and support of my family did more than any doctor or therapist could do.
Abel blamed himself, and I’d tried to convince him otherwise, but it fell on deaf ears. So, instead of arguing about the what ifs, I just let him do what he needed to do to feel better about the whole situation. Noah, being a big brother, still liked to take jabs at him, calling him “Mr. Bob and Weave.” He didn’t find it comical. I, on the other hand, did. All in good fun.
Willow aka Elizabeth got a lengthy sentence, including attempted murder, stalking, credit fraud, and theft of a firearm. Funny, her so-called parents showed no support for her at the trial. They seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. Good riddance, I said. I knew what Willow did to us was terrible, but I partly blamed her parents. She’d come from an unruly pair, and it was no wonder she’d turned out the way she did. Now, she had all the time in the world to dwell on her actions, behind bars and away from her victims.
“Mmmm…delicious! I could eat your maple meat all day and be as happy as a pig in mud.”
Abel started laughing hysterically, and then I thought about what I’d just said. I was an idiot.
“First of all, you can eat my meat anytime you want, gorgeous. Second, I don’t think Mr. Piggy would find it very amusing that you’re eating his cousin and referring to yourself as a happy pig.”
I launched a pillow at his head, and Hippy decided that meant it was playtime. He got a face full of fur, as Hippy jumped up and knocked him on his ass. I almost choked on my food, laughing at the scene playing out in front of me. My two guys. My two loves. My life was perfectly chaotic, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Okay, enough horsing around. It’s Sunday funday, and you know Mara will kick our asses if we’re late. She has the whole day planned out, right down to the last minute. I told Cindy that we’d swing by and pick up her and Spencer on the way.”
Spencer was another gem in my life. The guy had turned out to be so much more than Abel’s goofball friend. He and Cindy had been lifesavers and had helped us so much when I was down and out. If you ever got so lucky in life to have friends that truly supported you, don’t ever let them fucking go.
“You heard Momma, Hippy. Let Daddy up, so we can go play with Auntie Mara and the rest of the hooligans. I’m sure they’ll have yummy treats for my boy. Don’t you worry, sir.”
Seeing Abel with our fur child warmed my heart and had me thinking about babies. Human babies. Would he be like this with our own child? Would he be a loving and doting father? I thought he’d be the best. We hadn’t really had the whole baby discussion, but I thought it was closer than I’d imagined. Now I was freaking out because I’d just realized I wanted to be a mother. I wanted Abel to be a father. Holy hell!
“Gorgeous? What’s got your forehead in a frown? Are you feeling okay?” He touched my forehead, thinking I might be sick. I was sick, alright. Lovesick. Well, I might as well let the cat out of the bag because I couldn’t keep anything from him, and it would drive me bat shit crazy anyhow. Was I moving too fast? What if it was just a passing thought? Ah, hell. I could put a feeler out, right? See if he caught the bait? Here went nothing.
“I want a baby.”
And that, my friends, was what we called dropping a bombshell.