Epilogue
THREE MONTHS LATER
So, I know you’re wondering about my being pregnant.
How could you not be, right? Well, I was glad to say that Xander and I were not pregnant.
I did want to have babies. I wanted lots of them, but not quite yet.
Not until after we were married. Not until we knew each other a bit better because, let’s be honest, we didn’t really know each other that well.
So, the other thing you should know was that Xander and I’d both lied.
I told him that the tongue vibrator didn’t come close to him and his tongue work, and, well, if I was honest, it had come pretty close.
I hadn’t expected it. Maybe it felt so good because I always closed my eyes and pretended it was Xander’s tongue when I used it.
I thought he’d figured out that I’d lied because, one day, the tongue just disappeared, and when I asked him where I could buy another one, he told me he wasn’t sure. Likely story.
And Xander lied when he said that the next wedding we would have sex at would be our own.
That didn’t happen. We’d been to two weddings since that conversation, and we had sex at the last one.
Loud, obnoxious, door-breaking sex. And, yes, I said door-breaking for a reason.
We were against a door, and it broke as he pounded into me.
We were lucky though. Only the bride saw us in all our glory.
And she just rolled her eyes and walked away. Typical Gabby behavior.
Yes, I said Gabby.
Yes, she did get married three months after her broken engagement to Xander.
Don’t be surprised; I wasn’t. She had found some sucker on an online dating site and had a fake pregnancy scare with him.
I guessed she’d figured it had worked once, so she’d try it again.
Only this time, she told him the truth before he found out.
She got lucky though because he didn’t care.
Turned out, he had been hoping to get her pregnant anyway.
My family was also surprisingly cool about Xander and me getting together.
It turned out that both Aiden and Scott had sensed there was something between us; Chett didn’t care; and Gabby …
well, Gabby had a few words to say to me, but she got over it pretty quickly.
My parents had been the most surprised, but after they had to deal with all my siblings for all their lives, me dating my sister’s ex-fiancé wasn’t even close to the top of the shocking things they’d had to deal with.
Remember, I had Gabby for a sister, and, boy, did she know how to get into trouble.
I thought once you’d dealt with one of your daughters hooking up with your pastor, you could deal with anything.
You should be pleased to know that Xander and I were going strong.
You wouldn’t think a relationship that had such inauspicious beginnings would stand a chance in hell, but it did.
We were very much in love, and we were so happy that I could hardly take it.
Though we did argue a lot about a lot of different things.
He was still obnoxious and pompous and inappropriate, and I still felt like slapping him every other day.
But there was a good part to our arguments—the makeup sex was great.
And when I said great, I meant he proved to me night after night why he was my Mr. Miracle Tongue.
I also called him Mr. Miracle Cock to Alice, but we’d decided it was best I didn’t tell him that.
I didn’t want to make him any more arrogant. He was full of himself as it was.
We were going to move in with each other in a couple of weeks.
I was so excited that I couldn’t stand it.
I thought it was too fast to move in already, but he had said he didn’t want to go another night and morning without me in his bed again.
I rolled my eyes when he said that, but inside, I was thrilled.
I mean, that was the sort of romantic talk I had been looking for.
Only I didn’t tell him that. I’d learned to let Xander come to realizations himself.
It tested my patience, but our relationship was better for it.
I had gotten really lucky, and I knew it.
I also knew that we were both still a bit immature and a bit crap at dealing with relationship issues, so I just tried to let him be.
We had a lifetime to get it right. And we were already making plans together, things we wanted to do and that kind of stuff.
We’d planned a trip to Paris, a sex class we wanted to take—shh—and a special party for when we moved in together.
The party was for Alice and Aiden though; we were hoping to get them together.
Well, I was; Xander didn’t really care. You know how guys are!
As long as he was getting regular sex, he was happy to go along with almost everything I said. And I was fine with that. I really was.
My life was wonderful now. I felt content, and I had as much excitement as I could take.
Who would have known my one-night stand would lead to the rest of my life?