Epilogue
Hudson
Theo was a dream baby. Parents hoped for one like him. We would love him no matter what, but a baby who started sleeping through the night at three months?
Of course, I still had to wake up in the middle of the night to pump, since I was making so much excess milk. Theo wasn’t waking up for a feed in the night. None of this good stuff would go to waste, though. I froze it for later needs.
“Good morning,” Evander said, coming in with a tray of food. Since having Theo, there wasn’t a single morning where he hadn’t brought me breakfast in bed. No matter how tired he was. No matter his schedule.
His omelets were to die for.
“Good morning,” I said, raising my arms to stretch. “What kind of omelet today?”
He chuckled and kissed my forehead before laying the table across my lap. “Caramelized onion and sausage. And fresh sourdough toast.”
I might’ve given birth, but my alpha was the miracle sometimes.
“Thank you. That sounds amazing. How was work last night?”
“Uneventful. It’s a good thing. The weekdays usually are.”
“When can we go back?” I asked. He hadn’t mentioned it. He had waited the entire eight weeks after birth before making a move on me and, now, I was ready for more.
“Whenever you are ready. My parents are coming in next week. We can sneak out for some fun if you’re up to it.”
I leaned over and kissed him despite the morning breath. “I’m ready.”
His eyes darkened. “Sounds like a date. He didn’t wake all night again?”
“Nope.” I looked over at Theo’s bassinet.
He slept like the dead. Never moving in his sleep.
On his back. Hands above his head. I had to put my finger under his nose every hour when he first began to sleep so long.
I was worried to death, but it was just our son’s way.
I hoped he was always able to sleep this well, no matter what the world threw at him.
Evander looked at me. “Wanna have another one?”
I choked on my omelet. “What? Already?”
My alpha shrugged. “Whenever you want to. I will welcome as many as you’ll give me. You’re the best daddy and I love this new life.”
I turned to him. “I love this life with you. Thanks for giving me that tour.”
He chuckled. “The only time I’ve gone against the rules and I’m damned proud of it. You’ve given me life and love and a pup. What else could an alpha ask for?”
Nothing. I couldn’t ask for anything more.