Epilogue
STERLING
A Year Later …
June hated surprises. Her life is full of them. That was until her twelve-week checkup. The doctor recommended a second sonogram. Her belly was bigger than the gestational age of the babies. Surprise, they didn’t detect the third fetus during the first sonogram.
There’s a joke going around about Jack and Em trying to have quadruplets to outdo us.
Our time together has been full of surprises and we are ready for more.
We married in February, in France, at a cute chateau in Midi-Pyrenees. It was an intimate ceremony. We celebrated with our families and our closest friends.
In mid-July, our babies arrived. Violet, Vaughn, and Vanessa. Like their mom, they stole my heart the moment I held them.
James and Aria live close by, but some nights they stay in the guest room to help us. Raising our babies is a team effort. However, they also spend time with Marianne, Caroline, and Blake, Jason’s son.
Wes and Abby visit us often and have been embraced by the Spearman family too. We’re so close that the entire family spent Thanksgiving in Tahoe. My brother hosted it and Ari helped organize everything.
I can’t remember how life was before June and her family came into my life. She changed everything, including my priorities.
This year the house is the North Pole. I bet Santa might want to copy the light design Wes helped me create.
Our little ones turned five months old a couple of weeks ago. They came to change my life, teach me more than I’ve learned through my travels, and keep me awake all fucking night. But I adore them.
“God, I don’t think I’m going to stay awake for long,” June mumbles, biting her lip. “What are we having for dinner?”
I laugh and stare at her.
“Stop staring like that, your son is eating and you’re thinking about s-e-x.”
“Lucky baby.” I bend, securing the girls who are sleeping in my arms, and kiss her. “Let me set the princesses in their crib. I’ll help you with him once you’re done. Maybe we can whip something up if you really don’t want to go to Jack’s tonight.”
She shakes her head. “It’s okay. We can’t skip it. I’m just tired. Hooray for teething.”
June laughs and I join. We’re bone-tired but I don’t think we’d do anything differently. Maybe how we celebrate this year.
We split the holiday. Christmas Eve is at Jack’s, breakfast at Jason’s, and we have dinner tomorrow in the house.
June has everything ready for tomorrow, including catering.
She’s learned that with three kids, it’s best if she just uses her resources instead of trying to look like a superstar.
She is a superstar, I’m just proud of her for learning to enjoy what matters.
“Remind me to only have one kid the next time you knock me up,” she says and I freeze.
“What did you say?”
She shrugs. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a couple more babies?”
“You SOB, this is all your fault. I’m never having s-e-x with you,” I repeat the words she said during labor and smirk. “So far you’ve broken the no touching you rule—several times. And now we want another one.”
“Not now,” she says, as if that makes a difference. “Later, in a couple of years. It’ll be like my brothers and us. We are so close that we are best friends.”
I shake my head and take Vaughn from her arms, set him on the left side of my chest, snuggling close to me, smoothing his back.
When I fell in love with June, I never knew it could be such a strong feeling that could overpower anything.
My kids though, they taught me that the love I have for their mother is nothing compared to what I feel for them.
My biggest hope is that I can be a good father to them. That we can become friends and they can come to me for anything.
June keeps telling me how I have to let the fear of being my father go and just enjoy my relationship with our kids. She’s right and I’m working hard to be who they need and not what I wanted my father to be for me.
“Let’s take a nap,” I suggest as I set my son in the crib.
When I turn around, she’s looking at me. My breath still catches when I see her. She’s beautiful, sexy, and mine. The best present I’ve ever received in my entire life.
What’s Next? Almost Perfect (Spearman Family #4)
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Olympic medalist and X-game sensation Alex Spearman thinks he’s perfect.
He’s not. I know his kind.
Rich, famous, and emotionally unavailable.
Well...He’s perfect enough to hook up with on the weekend of his sister’s wedding.
His sister is my best friend. This is a disaster in the making.
Did I mention he’s also hot, sexy and funny?
How can I resist?
After a steamy weekend, I agree. We have chemistry.
But it just won’t work out in the long run.
He’s just a fond memory. That is...until he moves next door.
When I’m in need, the almost perfect man offers to help.
On a “friends-only” basis.
“Just friends,” he said. Yeah, right.
Suddenly, Alex is getting too close for comfort.
Things are becoming heated … becoming too real for me.