Epilogue
One Year Later
Brick stared down at his very exhausted wife, and it must be some kind of Christmas miracle, as their little boy had slept all night for the first time since he joined them back in October, as he’d been born a couple of weeks late. He had gotten Cathy pregnant back in December, a year ago, before they were married.
She let out a soft moan and rolled over, opening her eyes, and like so many mornings they shared, she had that beautiful smile that called to him.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Morning, beautiful.”
“What time did he get you up?” Cathy asked.
“Little Beau is still asleep.”
She dropped her hand from her face. “What?”
“You heard me, he’s fast asleep.”
“Is it wrong that I’m so happy right now?” she asked. “What are you doing wasting time? Go back to sleep.”
She pulled the blanket up over her head, and he chuckled, snuggling in against her. He pressed his face against her neck and closed his eyes.
They should have known.
“We made too much noise,” Cathy said.
“You go and make the coffee,” Brick said. “I’ll get our son.”
He threw the blankets off, and they made one hell of a good team. In the past year, he knew they were going to make it, not that he had any doubt. Some of the club brothers did, but he didn’t. Cathy completed him.
Beau completed him.
They were a small family and as he made his way into his son’s nursery, he smiled down at him.
“Wow, dude, you certainly know how to wake us up with a stink. Let’s get this diaper changed, and then we can have some breakfast.” Later today, they were heading to the clubhouse for dinner.
They were always going to spend Christmas day at the club. Cathy looked forward to being with Willow, as well as any of the other women who loved to share the Christmas cooking load.
He couldn’t believe that just over a year ago, he was grumpy, moping about the fact he’d not been able to find a woman, and now he was happily married with a son.
Once Beau was changed, he picked him up and carried him downstairs to where Cathy was waiting. She held out her arms to take their son, and Brick watched as she nestled their baby against her breast.
“He’s the only boy I ever want to see, other than myself, attached to your breast.”
Cathy burst out laughing. “Don’t do that,” she said.
He gripped the back of her neck and she tilted her head back to look at him. “I mean it, and you know I love you. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Brick.”
“Do you regret it?” he asked.
“No, not a damn thing.”
Her family hadn’t changed. There had been a few times that Tiffany came around trying to cause trouble, but he always sent her packing. When Tiffany came to gloat about her wedding, Cathy was already sporting a ring and enjoying a nice baby bump.
The last time he saw Tiffany, he had promised to dedicate his life to making her miserable, which included calling in favors as well as debts.
Cathy’s family had left them in peace.
He would do anything for his woman, now and forever. After all, she was his Christmas miracle.
The End