Epilogue
Rose – Four And A Half Years Later
I sigh as I unlock the front door and walk into the two-story home Cage had built before he met me on club property.
It’s a five-bedroom, six-bathroom house with a wraparound porch and a garage just off to the side. Honestly, I thought it was too big for us. I actually asked if he could knock some of it down after I moved in, which was only when I had found out I was sixteen weeks pregnant, much to his dismay.
He wanted me to move in straight after we reconciled, but I refused, needing time to learn to forgive him. I would have gone longer if fate hadn’t gotten in the way.
Turns out trying to heal from being stabbed in the chest and going through the qualifications to become a cardiology pediatric nurse blocks everything out, including being late and not remembering I wasn’t on anything to protect from pregnancy.
Our daughter Lilly, named after her favorite aunty, Kimberly Lilly Anders, was conceived the night I fought for my husband when he wasn’t willing to fight with me.
God, it took me so long to forgive that man.
I was always questioning his actions, wondering when he was going to leave, and yes, it brought out a lot of insecurities in me and caused plenty of arguments, especially when I was hormonal and didn’t even know it.
Poor Donna didn’t know how to handle me at work where my emotions were concerned until we figured out my emotional state was because I was pregnant.
She celebrated while I sobbed, scared Cage was now going to leave me, thinking things were too hard for him, but instead, he held onto me tightly and actually became a little suffocating.
The man wanted to wrap me up in bubble wrap, while I wanted to strangle him.
Anyway, I thought this house was too big, but Cage said he wanted to fill it with our babies, and now, with a four-year-old, a three-year-old, and a one-year-old, it’s kind of perfect.
I'll never know how I managed to complete my qualifications while being pregnant continuously.
I drop my bag on the side table near the front door before moaning as I remove my shoes, my feet aching.
I’ve just completed an eight-hour shift while trying to hold Donna back from kicking the crap out of Dr. Andrews, the new doctor in the ER, with whom she may have had a one-night stand.
Apparently, he knew who she was before they slept together, and it pissed her off. Then she had found out he’s basically her boss, one role down from Doc, that made things worse. Heck, I thought Doc was going to pass out from laughter with her theatrics.
It’s safe to say the shift was long.
I hear squeals of laughter through the house, and I smile softly as I follow the sound of my children.
Lilly, Cage and I’s oldest, is the spitting image of me, while Penelope and Jesy are their father’s twins.
All three kids helped me heal, helped me forgive their father and now, we’re stronger than ever and despite the tensions that have gone on over the years within the club.
The crap Doc had to deal with and the pain some brothers went through, things have settled down.
Although my husband, who gave me a wedding ceremony with our friends and family right after we found out I was pregnant with Lilly, is currently on my shit list.
I walk through our kitchen before coming to the open sliding door. I smile seeing Cage running around the yard, chasing the kids and my heart skips a beat at the relaxed grin on his face, which hadn’t been there for a while a few years ago.
The club went through a bad patch, through traitors and snakes roaming around and a couple of brothers who found their ‘ones’ as Cage like to calls us. Only to mess up with them, then there’s everything that happened with Doc and the fight he had on his hands.
After four years everything has finally settled, the brothers happy, their women popping out kids for the next generation and my husband is relaxed.
Shame I’ve got to hurt him, really.
“Mama!” I hear Penelope squeal, and I grin as I walk outside, catching her just as she trips over her own two feet. I plop her on my hip before Cage walks over with a lazy grin on his face.
“Hey, red….” He murmurs as he gets close and cups my cheek, his touch setting me off, and he asks, “How was work?”
“Long,” I admit quietly as my eyes race between his.
This man consumes me so much, and every day I am grateful I forgave him, that I decided to give him another chance, but he’s still in big trouble.
“How have the kids been today?” I ask to move out of his orbit, confusing him as he frowns.
“Good, Mama took them to the beach,” he mutters as he eyes me, and I nod as I place my hand on the back of Lilly's head while Jesy grins, looking up at me with her daddy’s eyes as she grips my legs, making me smile in return.
Karen, though nearly lost her husband, has come a long way.
She and Butch did counselling and decided to separate for a little while when she saw how much pain she inflicted on her husband.
But as soon as a woman showed Butch attention and noticed he wasn’t ignoring it, she snapped and finally fought for her husband.
They’ve been happily married since, while Cage and her are slowly healing with the help of me, the kids and Butch.
“Uh, baby, are you okay?” Cage asks cautiously, and I hum as I slowly walk the kids back inside, ready for bath time.
I won’t kill their father in front of them, that is just mean and very traumatic.
“Okay, the kids are down, let me have it, what did I do?” Cage says as he walks into our bedroom, and I raise a brow from where I’m sitting, crossed-legged in his shirt from today, on our bed, two hours later.
Cage shakes his head and says, “Nope, don’t look at me like that.
We’ve been married for over five years, I have messed up majorly before to know I have really pissed you off for you not to talk to me for two fucking hours.
Which, considering I haven’t seen you all day, is just plain mean! ”
I flinch and remind him, “We promised never to speak of that time again after our big fight.”
“Red,” he sighs, but I shake my head and snap, “No, we swore to never bring it up after I began packing my bags to leave you while eight months pregnant with Lilly!”
I was hormonal, my mind kept bringing up the lies, the pain, the fact that he tried to leave me when he said he loved me, and that he left me in the hospital alone, without him.
It all came out in one explosive fight when I snapped, and he basically told me to ‘get over it already,’. That went over like a body in a wood chipper, and he basically barricaded the front door so I couldn’t leave.
“All I’m saying, red, is the last time you were this angry with me was that day,” he says softly, “You went quiet before bang, you flew off the handle, started an argument, and then tried to leave me and I’m pretty sure you mumbled that it was payback for when I tried to leave you.”
I smile slightly. I did say that after we made up.
“You said you pulled out,” I finally state after a few minutes of silence, and Cage frowns in confusion, he crosses his arms over his shirtless chest, his body is distracting me from my anger.
“What do you mean?” he asks calmly, and I huff and remind him, “Two months ago, I was in between birth controls and we decided not to have sex, remember?” he nods once, “But we gave in like always and didn’t have any condoms. You promised to pull out!”
His eyes widen as it finally clicks before he slowly grins, and I growl, “No, get that grin off your face, this is not okay, Cage!”
“Oh no, it’s more than okay, it’s fucking perfect,” he says with glee, and I roll my eyes and remind him, “We said we’d stop at three!”
“We did,” he agrees as he stalks towards me, “but the universe clearly has other plans.”
“Cage, it can’t be the universe if we were unprotected,” I mumble, and he grins and admits, “I did pull out, red, remember? I caught it in my hand then fed my cum to you…”
I blink. Crap, how could I forget that?
Okay, so maybe it is the universe…
Cage climbs on the bed and gently pushes me down on my back before covering me with his own body, and we lock eyes.
“Four kids, Cage,” I whisper, “It’s a lot.”
“Nah,” he denies, “it’s more to love and just makes it harder for you to leave me.”
I snort, “I will never leave you.”
He grins before murmuring, “I know. We’ve been solid for years, and you coming back after me, fighting for us when I physically couldn’t because of my guilt, was the best day of my life because it meant you claimed me.
” He leans down and gently kisses my lips before moving off me, lifting my shirt up as he goes, then leans down, pressing his lips on my stomach.
“I love you so much already, my little darling,” he whispers, and my eyes tear, but I soon laugh when he finishes, “And I swear I won’t give you a boy's name if you end up being another girl.”
After gently kissing my stomach again, he climbs back over my body before pressing his lips against mine. I light up as I wrap myself around him tightly, keeping him with me, and he smiles against my lips.
I smile in return, I can’t help it, and he murmurs, “Thank you for giving me a life I never knew I wanted until you.”
Dammit…
When he’s sweet like this, I can’t stay mad. I can see the sincerity in his eyes.
“You're welcome,” I sass back, making him grin before he kisses me hard, and I melt into him, nothing but love pouring out from me.
We’ve been through hell and back him and I, but we’ve come out the other end, always together. Over the years, after two more children, we settled down as a family of seven, our house full of laughter and love.
What more could a girl ask for?
Hmm, maybe an orgasm or two every day…