Epilogue Three
Epilogue Three
Diesel
Later That Night
“Noah, you’ve been quiet all night. Are you okay?”
I look over at Rory and give her a smile to reassure her.
“I’m good baby. I swear. I just have Ryan on my mind.”
Rory walks over to the bed and slides under the covers. She’s wearing one of my old t-shirts. I’d rather have her naked, but she doesn’t like to sleep that way because of Ryan. He has a habit of coming into our room late at night. He doesn’t do it as much now as he used to, but the possibility is always out there.
I tunnel my hand under the t-shirt and spread my hand against the warm flesh of her stomach.
“Ryan will be fine, you know,” she says gently, those beautiful eyes of hers watching me closely.
“I know, it’s just hard to let him go,” I tell her. Ryan has a class trip tomorrow to the zoo in Ohio and a theme park. He and the other kids will be staying overnight in a hotel, and the thought of him being that far away from me makes me feel like I can’t breathe.
“I thought that would be your reaction. So, me, being the perfect wife that I am?—”
“You are the perfect wife,” I tell her, leaning down to press a quick kiss against her lips.
“You do your best to never forget that, got it?” she says with a laugh.
“Trust me, I won’t, Gorgeous.”
“Good. Now, do you want to know what I’ve done that makes me the perfect wife?”
“I’m afraid that list is too long to go over, Baby.”
“Keep that up, Noah and you’re going to get lucky tonight.”
“My dick is always up and ready when you’re around,” I joke and then laugh when she rolls her eyes at me.
“That was so bad. Don’t make lame jokes like that when we’re in Ohio tomorrow. They may kick us out.”
“Ohio? But?—”
“Dani is babysitting, Crusher will watch over the club while you and I go to Ohio as chaperones for Ryan’s field trip.”
“Chaperones? You’re shitting me?”
“If you think I’m going to let our little boy go all the way to Ohio without us, you’re crazy, Noah.”
Our little boy.
As many times as she says that, I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it.
“I love you, Rory.”
“I know and I love you, more. I’ll always love you more.”
As smart as my woman is, she’s wrong about this. I don’t argue with her, though. Instead I set about proving it to her with my body. In the end, I’m not sure I succeed, because she gives her body to me just as fiercely.