Epilogue
CHLOE
Six Years Later.
H ands over my eyes, I try not to watch as my nephew Damien holds my son Leif’s hand tightly as they jump into the lake for the Polar Plunge in my hometown, Polar Bear. Rune holds me against his chest as the boys make a splash and pop right back up to get helped out by the volunteers.
This is Leif’s first year participating without Rune, and like Ema was all those years ago with Damien, I’ve been a bundle of nerves.
“Mom, did you see? I did it!” He’s so damn proud of it, too.
“You were amazing, baby!” I pull him in for a tight hug as he shivers behind his blanket. Rune guides us over to the warming tents, where the boys get to put their clothes back on and grab some hot chocolate.
“How did they grow up so fast?” Ema whispers next to me as our boys dash off to the market to start their shopping for their little sisters. Because Damien is so much older, I know Leif will be in good hands.
“We blinked, and they sprung up.” I laugh as I push my sleeping two-year-old, Tyra, named after her grandmother, towards where Erik sits with CJ, eating apple pie. The twins are off with Sebastian, shopping for the rest of the ingredients we’ll need for Christmas dinner.
Ema and I still have nothing to do with our parents or older sister, Nancy. A couple of years ago, we visited them when my family came here for the holidays. Not to make up with them but to let them know we forgave them for all the hurt they caused. It took us a while, but we agreed that we needed to offer forgiveness in order to move on peacefully with our lives.
The interaction didn’t go well, but Ema and I felt better afterwards. There was a sense of peace neither of us had known we needed, and now we live with the knowledge that our hearts are full of love.
“My offerings.” Rune appears with two slices of pumpkin pie for us, knowing full well that’s my weakness when I’m pregnant–only he doesn’t realize we’re expecting our third yet.
“This will appease the cravings, I suppose.” Everyone at the table stops to stare at me like I’ve grown another head as I take a bite.
Rune grips my throat, using his thumb to tilt my head up. “Wife,” he growls, and my pussy floods with desire for him. “Did you forget to tell me something?”
Tapping my lips with a finger, I pretend to contemplate my answer. “Hmmm, pie, cravings, increased…” I wiggle my eyebrows so I don’t say anything out loud. “Pregnant. Right. I suppose I did.” I take another bite before he can slam his lips over mine, barely swallowing as his tongue pushes into my mouth, and my sweet Viking husband showers me with his raw love.
“Love the hell out of you, wife,” he growls into the kiss.
“Love you more,” I whisper as he pulls back, contentment and happiness reflected down at me. I never knew I could love the way I do with Rune and our family, but I’m constantly amazed at how much I do.
The End!
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