And tucked beside the plate was a folded piece of paper in his unmistakable blocky scrawl.
Do not touch.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for. Figured I’d cover my bases.”
I sniffled, my mouth already watering. “You hid pie for me?”
“From teammates who would’ve gladly tackled me for this plate.”
I laughed, blinking hard as I pulled him down for another kiss, full of gratitude, love, and the quiet certainty that I’d found my forever.
“Ahem,” my sister said from behind us. “Some of us are trying to keep this a rated-G charitable event until we get home.”
Micah chuckled, utterly unrepentant. “I was just checking on my wife.”
“Sure,” she snorted. “If that’s what they’re calling it these days.”
Micah kissed me again. “Get used to it.”
“I already am since you lock lips all the time.” Reese rolled her eyes, then zeroed in on the plate in front of me like a heat-seeking missile. “Is that?—”
Her fingers darted out.
I swatted her hand away on reflex. “Mine.”
She burst out laughing. “Wow. It’s a good thing you’re such a great baker because pregnancy has turned you into a dessert fiend.”
“The baby wants pie,” I informed her solemnly, pulling the plate closer.
Micah shook his head with a laugh. “For the record, I risked actual bodily harm hiding those from my teammates.”
Reese eyed the pies longingly. “Good thing I was smart enough to get into CUNY, because apparently I wouldn’t survive in this family without my own stash of snacks.”
I loved that she’d found her place with us, fitting right into the Nighthawks family. She had more honorary big brothers than she knew what to do with, and a little niece or nephew on the way. And pretty soon, she’d live in the same building as us, since Micah had used our baby as the perfect excuse for her to be close enough to pop over between classes, since her schedule was going to be jam-packed.
Not that I’d fought him too hard on the move. I finally understood how happy it made him to take care of his family, and it only made me love him more.
EPILOGUE
MICAH
Iwas already half hard when she walked into the bedroom, but when I looked up from the baby monitor and saw what she was wearing—one of my old jerseys…and somehow I knew there was absolutely nothing else—I damn near swallowed my own tongue.
“Rylin.” My voice was low. Rough.
She grinned, her eyes sparkling under the soft hallway light as she shut the door behind her and leaned back against it. “You’ve been staring at me like that for weeks.”
“Yeah, and you’ve been teasing me like a damn demon in my own home,” I growled, sitting up straighter in bed as my cock surged fully to life. “You have any idea how hard it is to watch you nurse that kid with those perfect tits and not drop to my knees and suck the other one?”
She crossed the room in that swaying, post-baby way that made me crazy. Her hips fuller and thighs thicker, with the kind of walk that didn’t just say woman—it said she was mine. She climbed onto the bed like she had every fucking intention of ruining me, and my hands went to her waist without conscious thought.
“I’m here now,” she whispered. “You gonna do something about it, linebacker?”
I grabbed her and yanked her down onto my lap, burying my face in her neck as she laughed breathlessly.
“I’ve needed you,” I muttered into her skin. “So fucking bad.”
“I know. You haven’t shut up about it.”
