Epilogue
Six months later
“Son of a—”
“Baby,” he drops the box he’s lugging and rushes to my side, “what happened?”
“I stubbed my damn toe on the table because I couldn’t see where I was going. Maybe if I didn’t have to take off my damn shoes in your house,” I grumble, bending down to rub my foot.
Brady kneels down, taking my foot, massaging the stub, then places a kiss to the top of my toe.
“It’s your house too now, love.” He stands and moves behind me, rubbing the sore muscles in my neck. “You can wear mud boots if you want.” He bites my ear lobe and whispers low, “And nothing else.”
“Mhmm,” I purr, letting my head fall back against his chest, toe healed. Something tells me living with Brady will be easy, like giving candy to a baby.
“Hello? Where do you want this?”
I quickly unpeel myself from my man as my mother calls out, walking towards us with a large box about to fall from her grip.
“I got it,” Brady chuckles, hurrying to relieve her. “Mrs. Porter, please stop. We can get it.”
“Brady Reynolds!” She lasers motherly eyes at him. “Just because you’re shacking up with my daughter, does not mean you will stop calling me Ellen and I mean it! Mrs. Porter is John’s seventy-year-old mother!”
“Yes, ma’am.” He lowers his head hiding his amusement.
“Good, now kiss me goodbye, Addison, dear. I have to leave for my doctor’s appointment.”
“Everything alright?” I asked concerned while taking her in a hug .
“Fine, just routine. Tell your father when they get back with the last load that I’ve gone. I’m sure he’s already forgotten. You kids be good.” She pulls Brady in for a quick hug then waves and head out.
We walk behind her, grabbing more boxes when at long last I ask, “Brady?”
“Yeah, babe?” He grunts, lifting a heavy one.
“Are you—” I gulp, deathly afraid of the answer. “My mother’s …gyno?”
The box slips from his hands as he rears back with a barking laugh, shoulders shaking. “Uh no, not a chance in hell.” He grasps my shoulders and moves me out of the way when my brother starts to back another load up to the door. “Watch out!”
Ashley, the way too perfect but very sweet glamour-bot, jumps out of the truck, directing Dylan’s attempt at staying off the lawn with the truck.
Brady’s chuckle against my temple brings my attention from her back to him.
“Not Ashley’s either, babe. “
“I didn’t—”
He taps the end of my nose. “I saw that brain smoking.”
He knows me well.
“What about pizza-thieving Blowjob Blondie?”
“Who?” He pulls me fully into his arms
“Candy, your student I met that one night.”
“Nope, but I gave her my card.”
“What?” I slug him in the stomach and start to huff away. “You wait right there, Dr. Reynolds. I’m going to get my yearbook!”
“Moe.” He snags my elbow and turns me in his arms, pulling me flush against his body. His arms wrap around my waist and slip into my back pockets, giving my ass a tight squeeze. “Look at me.”
I refuse, burying a pouting face in his chest, so he kisses the top of my head and continues. “Addison, I have never, nor will I ever , cross a line in that office. It was never because it was in that room or taboo or fun for me. It was because it was you . Only you, Moe.”
My head moves to the side, still resting against his chest.
“I have always loved you and that will never change.” His words are strong, honest, leaving no room for doubt .
I lift my head and peer up at him through teary eyes. “Do you love me enough to always take a nurse in the room with you? Not a choice for them, a set rule for you.”
“Will that make you happy? Stop you from wondering about every woman we see?”
“It’ll help,” I pout.
“Then consider it done.” He gently cups my cheeks in his hands. “I’d do anything for you, babe. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Oh, before I forget,” he reaches into his back pocket with a clever smirk and hands me a business card. “I went ahead and made your next appointment. Date and time are on the back.”
Flipping it over, a blush of anticipation ignites. “Very conscientious of you, Dr. Reynolds. I’ll see you there.”
And in the midst of several pit stops in dark corners, proving time and time again that we can’t get enough of each other…somehow, I get moved into our new home.