“You’ve got some serious problems in the head.”
“Yeah, imagine how nuts our kids are going to be.”
I burrow myself farther into his body.
“If they grow up to be anything like you, I’ll be more than thrilled.”
“Thank you for creating another extension of us, baby. I’m going to love you three so hard.”
“You already do.”
As we glide through the waves toward our future, I feel myself becoming even further enraptured by this man, and a tear falls from one of my eyes because I’m so stinking happy.
He pulls me into him and gently kisses my closed lids, savoring the taste of my tears. He kisses my mouth, and my body completely melts against his.
This is my husband.
The man who gives me all of the feels just like the night he grabbed my hand and helped me off the crowded dance floor.
The man who fights for me.
The man who adores me.
Our relationship may seem unusual to some, but this is what love looks like when it’s Masterson made.
A love that was perfectly made just for me.
Epilogue
ELIZABETH
Icheck the clock for probably the fifth time in the last thirty minutes because Roman is late. I know that I may be behaving irrationally, but since the shooting I’m frequently nervous when he’s late. I wonder if some other crazy person with a vendetta against me or my husband will strike.
I don’t want to be that kind of wife, though. The neurotic one always checking up on her husband if he’s five minutes late for dinner. So instead I call Sloan to pass the time away until he returns. If there’s one person who’s going to distract me from myself, it’s my bestie.
“You getting ready to go?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to say hi before we leave in the morning,” I tell a half-truth. “How are things?”
“So… you wanted to call me right before you leave for one of the most important trips of your life? I’m honored.”
“It’s not that big of a deal, Sloan. I’ve given these talks before.”
“Wait, a minute. Did you just say that my best friend giving a Ted Talk on the main stage is not a big deal? You must still have baby brain, because I almost slept with my new boss so I could get the time off just to come see you wow the audience in Canada.”
“You did not!?” I laugh hysterically. “He’s way too old for you.”
“I said almost, didn’t I? Even for you, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
“You were never really coming with us to Canada, anyway.”
“Not after the dark knight made it quite clear that this is a family trip and I wasn’t welcomed.”
“He never said that,” I chuckle. “You always try to make him out to be a dark overlord when he’s nothing of the kind.”
“He’s your husband. Of course you would think his shit smells like roses. Hey, where are those scrumptious kiddies? The house sounds so quiet.”
Surprisingly, I was not only pregnant on my wedding day, but I was pregnant with twins. Roman and I are now parents to two-year-old Knox and six-month-old twin boys, Seven and Bronx. I am seriously outnumbered in the house now.
