EPILOGUE
SIX MONTHS LATER
KNOX
I rush into the house after leaving Vibrant Ink even though I didn’t want to be there at all. It was my fault for scheduling an appointment on my birthday. Why did I do that?
The last place I wanted to be, when my family was waiting for me at home, was work. But I also wasn’t going to reschedule since it’s been on the books for a while.
When I step into the house, the first thing I notice is how quiet it is. Too quiet. My eyes narrow and I look around.
Nothing looks out of place. Wilde’s toys are on the living room floor, and it looks like he’s added some watercolors to his art supply pile in the corner where his plastic easel sits.
I remember the day I brought it home for him and the way his eyes lit up. But then he looked harder at the easel and crossed his arms across his chest. “This looks like a kid’s easel. It’s plastic,” he pointed out. “Aren’t they supposed to be made from wood?”
I crouched down after putting it down in the corner of the living room.
“A lot of artists use easels made of wood,” I told him honestly.
“I get how this one might not feel like a real artist’s easel, but it is a good size for you to use and will be easy to clean.
Being able to use it comfortably is more important than what it’s made out of. ”
He sighed and nodded while eyeing the easel. A few minutes later he looked at me, his voice strong and sure, “You’re right. Thank you for the easel, Daddy.”
I blinked at him a few times and tried not to cry. It was the first time he referred to me as his dad. It was a special moment I’ll never forget.
“You’re welcome, Wilde,” I rasped, my voice thick. “I love you, Bud.”
He threw himself at me and wrapped his arms around my neck. “I love you, Daddy.”
Then he ran off to get some of his art supplies so he could use his easel. For him, that was it. Just that simple.
For me, the moment was so huge all I could do was plop down on my ass right there. “You’re a good dad,” Haven’s sweet voice came from behind me.
I jerked in surprise and turned around to find her standing at the large entrance of the living room. My voice was filled with amazement, “He called me ‘Daddy’ and told me he loves me.”
Haven’s smile was sweet as she closed the distance between us. Her fingers ran through my hair, soothing me and giving me exactly what I needed.
I was climbing up to my feet by the time Wilde showed back up in the living room. He glanced at where my arm was wrapped around my woman’s waist, but it had become normal for him.
While thinking about how Wilde has settled into life here with me, with my family, I can’t help but smile. Haven did eventually tell him their monster was gone in a way he could understand. Wilde seemed to be more relieved than anything else.
A few months ago, he was happy to help me redecorate the guest room Haven stayed in for a matter of hours.
We did it one day when the ladies of the family took Haven out for a day of pampering, lunch, and girl time.
The moment Avery drove away with Tenley, Monroe, and Haven in her car, the guys swarmed my house.
Wilde looked up at me with wide eyes. “What’s going on?”
“We’re doing something for your mom,” I told him.
He was bouncing up and down on his toes before I even got all the words out. When I pulled out one of my sketch pads where I had drawn out my idea, including the floral peel and stick wallpaper on one of the walls, his arms went up in the air, and he let out a whoop of approval.
I wouldn’t have been able to get everything done in a few hours without everyone’s help.
Wilde was right at my side the entire time, wanting to be involved in doing something for Haven.
The love he has for his mom is beyond sweet.
He might not fully understand it, but he knows how brave and strong she is.
When Haven got home, Wilde pulled her right to her new space.
Watching her face take everything in was fucking perfect.
She was very appreciative of the work everyone put in for her.
Coming home to her working in her office while Wilde reads or draws is the perfect end to any day as far as I’m concerned.
With the memory buzzing along my skin, I head toward her office, thinking it is where I’ll find my family.
Usually, Haven plays music while she’s working, but maybe Wilde is taking a nap or something.
I don’t know, it’s strange and the longer the silence in our house persists, the more jittery I feel.
I glance inside Haven’s office to find it empty and worry creeps in as my heart starts to pound in my chest. I rush into our bedroom and freeze in place.
There Haven is.
She’s sprawled out on the bed wearing a very lacy, and barely there, piece of lingerie. The bra part isn’t really there at all, but it holds her tits up while the cutouts present her pink nipples that are fucking begging for my mouth.
“Fucking hell,” I breathe out as I look at her.
My cock gets hard a little fast and I stumble a little bit before I’m able to grip the door to ensure I don’t fall over. I blink, half expecting the vision in front of me to be a figment of my imagination, but she’s still there, with a coy little smile on her lips.
“You look good enough to eat,” I growl and step closer to her.
“Happy Birthday, Knox,” she murmurs, her blue eyes soft with love.
I glance into the hallway behind me and ask, “Where’s Wilde?”
“He’s spending some time with Tenley, Kessler, and Ian. I think they have some shopping plans to get you a present.”
I look back at her and my mouth tugs down into a frown. “I don’t need any gifts.”
“But you’re going to let our son show you how important you are to him and how important your special day is,” she counters.
“Well, shit,” I grunt because when she puts it like that, I can’t argue with her.
“I wanted to talk to you about something important,” she says as she shifts on the bed to kneel in the middle of it.
“Okay,” I grit out through my teeth and take a step closer to her.
“I’ve gone off my birth control.”
Once again, in a matter of minutes, I’m frozen in place. My brain literally malfunctions as it tries to process her words. Instead of being self-conscious the longer I’m silent, her smile gets bigger and brighter.
“Did I break you?” Her voice is innocent as hell, but the look on her face is far from it.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
Even though I don’t trust my voice quite yet, my cock is fully on board with what my woman is suggesting. My hands shake as I pull my clothing off. The fabric flies around the room as if I’ve been caught in a tornado.
Maybe I have been.
When I’m naked, Haven is biting her lip to stop herself from laughing while her blue eyes sparkle with joy. It’s a beautiful thing to see.
As I step up to the edge of the bed, I reach into my nightstand and pull out a box. “I’ll make you a deal, my little storm,” my voice is husky as hell, but it can’t be helped at the moment.
Haven’s eyes dart between mine and the box I’m holding in the space between us. “What kind of deal?”
“I’ll put our baby in you,” I pause and snap the box open, “if you agree to be my wife and I slip this ring on your finger.”
Her eyes are wide as she looks at the ring. I’m not surprised since it is a little big. Can you blame me for going over the top with it? I’ll never allow her to doubt my love for her and how much I need to spend the rest of my life with her.
I’ve just been waiting for her to be ready. And if she’s ready to grow our family, she’s ready to say yes.
“Of course,” she whispers, her eyes turning glassy before one tear rolls down her cheek.
I reach up and wipe it away with my thumb before I pull the ring out and slip it on her finger. She’s staring at it in awe, and I can’t help but grin.
When I start to stretch, she looks at me with confusion written all over her face. “What are you doing?”
I don’t stop stretching and actually do a few lunges right there at the side of the bed.
“I’m stretching.” My eyes heat as I look her over.
She’s still kneeling in the middle of the bed looking so fucking hot and I can barely keep myself together.
“I need all the flexibility I can get because I’m not stopping until I fill your sweet pussy with so much cum it’s dripping out of you, and there is no other choice than for you to be pregnant. ”
“Oh,” she breathes out and moves a little closer to me on her knees.
With a smirk, I climb onto the bed and use my body to push her back until she’s laid out underneath me. Fuck if it’s not my favorite place for her.
“I love you, Haven.”
She looks up at me, her eyes smiling as the light catches on her ring. “I love you, Knox. Now,” she wiggles her eyebrows, “we only have a few hours with the house to ourselves before the crew comes over for your birthday dinner.”
I groan at the thought of sharing her with anyone, but then I look down and catch site of her pretty tits being presented to me on a silver platter of lacey goodness. There’s no time to waste.
My mouth wraps around her nipple at the same time I pull her barely there lace g-string to the side and bury myself balls deep inside of my woman in one thrust. She moans and wraps her arms around my shoulders as I give us a moment to adjust to the feeling of being connected.