Epilogue
Maggie
I never could have dreamed that this is the life I would lead one day. -Maggie
Ten Years Later
“You know he probably shouldn’t eat that, right?” my older daughter, Lacey, says with her hands on her hips. “He’s going to get a tummy ache.” Her blue eyes, so like her daddy’s give me a stare that almost makes me feel guilty.
I chuckle. “He’s fine, Lace. He’ll run it off in about five seconds.”
And that’s true. My youngest, Cole, never sits down.
At three, he’s at a full run all day. He’ll be chasing the dog around the yard within the next five minutes so the cupcake he’s eating will be just a distant memory.
It is his second within about two minutes so I should probably stop him, but his cute chipmunk cheeks are full, and he has a satisfied smile on his face.
Lacey shakes her head at me. Oops. I swear my eight-year-old is stricter than I am. She’s been like a little mama since our second, Tristan, came along.
I feel arms wrap around me from behind. I shiver when a soft kiss is place on the shell of my ear.
“Ooh, did you get in trouble? Lacey looks like she’s mad.” Hawk’s husky voice rumbles in my ear.
I turn in his arms. “I let Cole have a second cupcake.”
He puts an index finger to my lips. “Oh, you are a bad girl.” He squeezes me close, and I feel a warmth spread through me.
“You like it when I’m bad,” I whisper. I give him a quick kiss and feel the roughness of his beard. “You like it especially when I’m really, really bad.”
He leans down a bit and I can feel the hardness in his jeans brush against me. “Yes, I do, sweet girl. Yes, I do.”
“Mama and Daddy are kissin’ again, k-i-s-s-i-n-g,” our six-year-old Tristan sings.
“Gross,” Lacey says in an aggrieved tone.
I sigh and pull away from Hawk. “You guys will like kissing one day too.”
That statement is met with a couple of groans and denials.
“It better not be for a long while.” Hawk’s growly voice makes me tingle again.
“Calm down, Daddy,” I say in a mocking voice. “I’m sure they’ll wait at least a few years.”
“Better be at least thirty.”
I smile and turn to watch my hubby as he deftly maneuvers our three-year-old away from the cupcakes and lets our dog out into the backyard.
I sit at the counter watching him just be a dad for a few minutes, tweaking Lacey’s nose, giving Tristan a hug, and then holding Cole upside down until he giggles.
What a life. I can’t believe this one is mine. We got married less than a year after we met. We were surrounded by the other Savage Kings and wed outside in a garden in town. It was a small, sweet ceremony and little did we know Lacey was already in my stomach then.
Since then, I’ve written over twenty books, each one more popular than the last. MC romance has become my forte. People love reading about the hardened guys who only show their soft side to their women.
My Hawk is the best daddy and husband. His hard edges are still there, but with us he’s just a big teddy bear. His black beard is now sprinkled with grey and he doesn’t go on as many runs with the Savage Kings, but they’re still our family.
A lot more of the guys have married and I’m friends with their wives. We lead busy, happy lives.
I stop him with a hand on his shoulder as he gets ready to take the kids outside.
“How ‘bout after the kids go to bed tonight, we work on making another baby?” I ask in a soft voice.
His blue eyes light up. He’s been wanting another baby forever, but I wanted to wait until Cole got a little older.
“Really, baby?” he asks in a hopeful voice.
I stroke his cheek. “Really, love. I want another one with you.”
He picks me up and swings me around in our front hallway. He gives me a big, smacking kiss as he sets me back on my feet.
“Lacey, they’re kissin’ again!” Tristan calls out.
“Eeeew!” Lacey’s voice echoes through the house.
Hawk and I just exchange a grin and another kiss. This is everything I could have wished for and more.
The End