Bonus Epilogue
DEACON
I know my wife is up to no good the second I leave my office and hear the unmistakable sound of an axe outside.
"Christ Almighty," I growl, hauling ass to the door so fast I damn near take myself out on the edge of the credenza. I manage to catch myself just in time to stay upright and rush out. "Sunshine!"
She doesn't answer, but the sound of my goddamn axe does.
Jesus Christ.
I rush around the sound of the house, coming to a dead stop when I see her trying like hell to tackle a log as big around as she is, with Tyr watching from a safe distance. She's wearing one of my shirts tied up around her waist with a hair plastered to her red face. She looks like she's dying.
"He makes it look so easy," she grumbles to Tyr, hefting to axe overhead again.
"That's because I know what the fuck I'm doing, Sunshine," I growl, waiting until the axe makes contact with the wood. The last thing I need is to scare her. God only knows what appendage she'll chop off.
"Ahh!" she screams as it is, whirling to face me.
I catch her before she manages to land on her ass in the wood pile.
"Deacon!" she cries like she hasn't seen me all week. I was in my office for an hour, tying up paperwork. Now that we're spending most of our time back in Seattle, I have to cram in what I can while we're here, at least until we find a new caretaker for the cabins.
Her arms wrap around my neck, her smile bright enough to light up my whole fucking world. "I missed you."
"I can see that." I brush my lips across hers. "You always find the worst ways to entertain yourself when I'm busy, Sunshine."
"What? No, I don't."
"Oh, really?" I smirk, turning her in my arms until she can clearly see the scorch mark across the side of the house. "Then what happened there?"
"I can't control the wind, Deacon!"
"Uh-huh. You tried to use the grill."
"I just said I can't control the wind, Deacon," she mutters.
I fight a smile. I swear to God, I'm not sure if she keeps me young, or if she's aging me so goddamn fast I'll die before I hit fifty. Either way, I wouldn't change a single second of it. She's wild as hell, and I love her to pieces for it. "You know what I think?"
I scoop her up into my arms.
"I'm sure you'll tell me," she say, sassing me like always. "Loudly and in great detail."
I smack her perfect ass, earning a loud peal of laughter. "Smart ass."
"You love my ass."
"I think I need to plant a kid in you, Sunshine.
Maybe then you'll have something to occupy you, and I can quit worrying so fucking much," I mutter, striding around the side of the cabin with her.
I've discovered that it doesn't matter if we're out here or in the middle of the city, if she's awake, she's finding ways to stress me out.
I fucking live for it.
"You really think that'll work?" she asks, eyeing me like she's seriously contemplating the merits of this plan.
"Knowing you? Probably not." I grin at her. "I'm guessing our kids will be just like you, Sunshine. I'll spend all my time worrying about you and the baby and whatever wild shit the two of you are doing, and absolutely none working."
"I can behave, you know," she mutters.
"That's a damn lie, little girl." I press a hard kiss to her lips. "You wouldn't know how to behave if your life depended on it."
"Yeah," she breathes, her hands tangling in my hair. "Probably not."
I chuckle, kissing her breathless. "Don't ever change."
"Don't plan on it, Mountain Man. Now, to the bedroom, please. You owe me orgasms and a baby."
I don't walk. I fucking run.