Epilogue
And then one day we decided that we were tired of sleeping in and having a clean house, so we had kids.
—Mable’s secret thoughts
Romeo
“Oh, Romeo? Where art thou, Romeo?”
I rolled my eyes and called, “In the laundry room, folding sheets.”
My little hell-raiser appeared with her namesake in her arms, staring at me with an expression that had me halting in my folding of the kids’ sheets.
“What is it?”
She held out the child in her hands, and I hesitantly took her.
“Now, tell him what you said, Louisa,” Mable ordered.
Louisa, named after her grandmother, batted those big baby blue eyes at me, so much like her mother’s.
“Now, Louisa,” Mable ordered sternly.
Louisa turned down her lip. “Is wanted a kiss.”
Louisa was three, going on thirty-eight.
She had a mind of her own, and that mind was terroristic at times.
“You wanted a kiss from whom?” I asked carefully.
“That’d be me.”
I looked up, surprised to hear my sister’s voice.
A grin bloomed on my face, and I tossed the sheet to the top of the dryer and launched myself forward, gathering Dru up into my arms. “What the heck are you doing here? In the middle of winter?”
My sister came to visit all the time, but after her first initial visit to meet Mable, she hadn’t been all that interested in doing the winter thing again.
“Your daughter called her,” Apollo drawled. “Apparently, she wanted a kiss. And only the in-person kind would do.”
As he said it, he reached for Louisa and brought her to his face. Then he peppered her with kisses, causing her to squeal in glee.
It was weird seeing the computer guru, badass biker that’d broken me out of prison, so gentle and loving with his kids and mine.
“We are going to take a ski trip,” she said. “And experience your beloved Montana winter for a solid week.”
“Where are your kids?” I asked.
“They’re out in the snow, playing with a big, burly mountain man that looks like the man off of my smut novels,” Dru teased.
“Dru, dear…” Apollo said teasingly. “Do we need to discuss your nightly proclivities with your brother? I know how you both get when I remind you…”
“La-la-la-laaaaa.” I covered my ear with one of Louisa’s hands.
Louisa giggled.
“Which big burly mountain man is here?” I wondered as Dru, luckily, stopped talking.
“Weaver,” Apollo answered. “And his wife.”
“They were over to visit with the horses,” I said. “Weaver pretends that he doesn’t like them, but he’ll do just about anything for his wife. Even brave a storm to see them if she asks.”
“Speaking of storms,” Dru said as she pulled away. “I went ahead and bought out the entire store. Come help me get everything out of the trunk.”
I grinned. “You just wanted to be snowed in where Mable was forced to feed you.”
“Maybe.” Dru batted her eyes.
Mable snorted. “You’re lucky. I have enough food to feed an army. I had a wedding to cater next week, but it was canceled due to the storm.”
“Score!” Apollo called.
Mable had stopped operating heavy machinery and instead started to focus on what she truly loved. Cooking for other people.
She’d slowly turned her small business into a booming one, and now we had enough staff that we had to build a building on the property that would house them.
I still worked at the mill, but I was a supervisor now, having taken over the crew for Prater when it was found out that he was skimming money from the company.
Now I worked with my own crew while Paul Junior worked with his. It wasn’t what I’d always wanted out of life, but it was an honest living.
And I had great hours and got to leave whenever I wanted to come see my wife and child when I was missing them a little too much.
Speaking of that wife and child…
“Now, my little Louisa,” I called out to my daughter who was looking at me with an apologetic expression on her face. “Let’s talk about those phone calls you told me you weren’t making.”
Louisa batted her eyes. “Who. Me?”
I chuckled. “It’s always you, darling.”
Louisa snorted. “No, never.”
I sighed. “Go play with your cousins.”
She didn’t need to be asked twice.
Once we were alone in the laundry room Mable walked toward me and into my arms.
I closed them around her, like I did every single time that she was close, and said, “I’d say sorry, but I love seeing her.”
Mable chuckled. “It’s okay. With that storm on the way, and the wedding getting canceled, I had a lot of food that would be going to waste anyway.”
I dropped a kiss to her head. “How are you feeling?”
She sighed. “Like I’m going to throw up.”
I winced. “Just a few more weeks.”
“You know that’s a lie.” She sighed. “With Louisa, the morning sickness lasted until I was eight months.”
“Maybe it’ll follow the pregnancy books this time,” I replied hopefully.
She looked up, resting her head on my forearm that was along her shoulder blades, and made eye contact with me. “I’m convinced it’s your sperm that’s creating this havoc inside of me. We should’ve known better than to play with fire.”
Two months ago, Mable had a sinus infection that caused her to need antibiotics. Since we weren’t ready for more kids just yet, we’d been careful. But with the trouble we had getting pregnant with Louisa, we’d thought that it was likely impossible to just get pregnant again.
So we hadn’t prepared. And a few weeks later when that pregnancy test had indicated that it was, indeed, possible to get pregnant while taking antibiotics and being on birth control, while simultaneously having fertility issues…we decided it was fate.
God had wanted this little baby in our lives, just like he’d wanted Louisa in our lives.
These babies of mine. This woman of mine.
This life of mine.
It was meant to be.
This was my reward for being dealt the shitty hand in my previous life.
I got it all. The house. The kids. The love. The happiness.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Mable asked quietly.
“You.” I tapped the tip of her nose. “I love you, Mable.”
Her smile was soft as she replied, “I love you, too, Romeo.”