Epilogue
Jax
A squeal leaves the woman next to me, and I laugh loudly at the excitement in her voice. This is exactly what we needed.
Felicity and I just got home with Lawson from a two-month tour, and man, was I glad to be home. The tour was exhausting, but watching the woman I love sing her heart out, with songs that meant something to her and brought her back to her roots, was something to behold.
Every single show on the tour had sold out, making it one of her highest-grossing tours ever.
I honestly was beside myself with the sheer number that was told to me by her new manager.
Felicity asked that I be in most of her meetings, saying she wanted me to see that side of it, and it was incredible to see how much went into her music and her career aside from the singing.
Lawson had been an amazing baby the entire time, with, of course, a few baby fits thrown in.
But I was thrilled to be able to be with him, taking care of him when City was working.
During most of her shows, we let my niece, Lue, who acted as his nanny while on tour, watch over him, which wasn’t too horrible since he was usually asleep by then, and I was also watching him on a monitor.
Something Felicity was grateful for and, more than once, came to the side stage to check in during a show.
She was a damn good mother, and I was more than happy to be along for this ride.
She laughs along with me, her right hand on the horn and her left on the reins.
Felicity admitted she hadn’t ridden a horse in years, and I was happy to change that.
We went riding when we were kids, but over the last year, with her being pregnant and the drama and life we went through, we never got a chance.
It was one of the first things we did when we got back home.
We drove to the ranch, breathing in the mountain air, and dropped Lawson off with my mom, who was visiting Dani’s baby girl and Thea’s new baby boy.
To put it simply, my mother is in baby heaven.
We drive the horses up the mountain, where a river is rushing through. The summer gave the ranch a bunch of rain that makes the mountain smell fresh, the river full, and the trees and grass glow with color.
It feels damn good to be home.
We stop our horses, hopping off and tying them to a tree.
Felicity grins at me, and I tip my hat back up on my head, drawing her body into mine, and bending down to press a kiss to her lips.
“So I’m thinking a winter wedding,” Felicity says suddenly, playing with the hair on the back of my neck.
“I thought you wanted a spring wedding,” I say, letting my eyes shut at the feel of her nails against my skin. Fuck, that feels good.
“I did, but you know what I want more?” she asks, her voice soft and vulnerable.
“What’s that, City Girl?”
“I want to be your wife.”
Her words have my eyes popping open, and I take her in, her cheeky little grin, her flushed cheeks, her wild hair flying all over her head. She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I could honestly say the feeling is mutual.
“Well, then I say we make that happen.”
“But first.” She takes a step back, winking at me as she unbuttons her shirt, untucking it from her jeans. “That ride got me a little hot.”
I raise a brow at her, my mouth hanging open at the implication, and step toward her, my hands going to my own shirt.
Hers falls to the ground, and she turns, but not before looking over her shoulder and smiling at me. “You coming, baby?”
She wades into the water, and I’ve never undressed faster in my life as I follow my future wife, the mother of my child, and the love of my life into the water.
If this is my life, if this is what I have to look forward to every single day, I will take it.
Without pause, without fail.