Epilogue
Lily
Early August…
“This place is flipping huge,” I exclaim, leaning back to try and take in the sheer vastness of the property. “Should we leave breadcrumbs behind us? It’ll help us find our way back to your truck.” Keaton laughs, but I’m serious.
He exits the vehicle and comes to my side. Keaton knows I can get down on my own, but he loves holding me under the disguise of assisting me. Convenient as I love being held by him.
“Keaton!” Is shouted as we enter the backyard, followed by a, “And Mrs. Keaton.” I don’t recognize the first voice, but the second was Gareth.
“Asshole,” Keaton mutters, turning toward me to hide his grin. Otherwise, if Garth sees it, it’ll only encourage his behavior.
“I want you to meet my boss.” Sensing my nerves returning, he takes my hand and assures me it’ll be okay.
As we walk toward where the majority of the attendees are gathered, I notice people watching us.
“Is this not okay?” I ask, indicating my outfit.
“They’re staring.” I’d chosen a pair of blue capris and a yellow shirt.
Wearing the team colors wasn’t intentional, but Keaton showed me how much he loved it.
Which is why we’re running thirty minutes late, of which Keaton doesn’t seem the least bit remorseful.
“Beck,” Gareth addresses him. “Keaton brought a guest.”
“He brought his wife,” Beck corrects him. Keaton glares at him, making his boss laugh. “I didn’t say she was my wife.”
“He’s a little territorial,” I explain, apologizing for my husband.
“I don’t like any man using it when referring to you,”
“Even when it’s to say I’m your wife?”
“God help me,” Gareth groans. “Does falling in love make you stupid?”
Keaton glowers at him. “Then what’s your excuse?”
I giggle, already seeing how this is going to go.
“See how he treats me, wife?” Gareth asks, using the label wife as if were my name.
Keaton gives me a quick kiss, then lunges at Gareth.
Gareth, somehow always able to sense danger, dodges him and takes off running.
As Keaton begins gaining on him and Gareth starts hollering, “I need an adult.”
Beck shakes his head at their antics, but I can see the affection he has for them. For everyone here. I am so happy I get to be a part of this family.
My phone rings and I see Keaton’s contact info pop up. “Can you see him?”
“Do you have him listed as Tight End?” A new voice asks and I assume it’s a rookie. Turning, I see a man around my age. The sun is hitting his face, causing him to raise a hand to shield his eyes.
Keaton, having begun working his way back to me, greets him, “Theo.” Then he focuses on me and reminds me, “I’m a quarterback, wife. You know this.”
“Who said I was referring to your position?” Beck doubles over from laughing, his brothers having joined us, pretending to wipe away tears at my joke
Gareth, unable to resist messing with Keaton, states, “You are awful cheeky.”
Keaton pivots, flexing his ass at me, and wants to know, “Are you sure it’s not for another reason?”
“There is that,” I admit, wagging my brows in exaggeration.
Theo shifts and I get a look at his face, more specifically his eyes. They…look like mine.
What the hell?