Beck scoffs and places a kiss on my forehead. “We’ll see about that. You know how it usually goes. You never want to stop running with me.”
“Yeah, but now I know I get it for life.” I wiggle my ring finger. “How about, in offseason we elope in Vegas?”
“I love when you flirt with me.”
Epilogue – Beck
Five years later
“Dad! Grandpa keeps beating me at pool!” Isaac yells as he scoots his stool around to the top of the table. “Will you come help me?”
My dad waves my six-year-old off. “He’s not going to help you. I can beat him too.”
I shake my head as I pull the cinnamon rolls out of the oven. It’s been almost three years since Jensen and I adopted Isaac and his older brother Declan, who’s nine. We fostered them for maybe a year, after their parents passed in a freak car accident.
“You know, I would love to help, but Mom and Dec are almost home, and you guys are going over to Aunt Cals and Uncle Will’s house for the weekend.”
My sweet blond curly-haired, blue-eyed boy all but leaps off the stool and races to the kitchen. The movement, of course, has Dottie up and off the couch chasing after him.
As he rounds the island, Dottie’s at his side licking his face. He giggles and pushes her back. “I have two questions.”
I give a quick glance to my dad because Isaac always has more questions than he says. “I can’t wait to hear ’em.”
“First, can Dottie come with us this weekend?”
“Nope, sorry, kiddo. No dogs allowed, you know that.”
Isaac gives his best attempt at a growl. “Why not? I just don’t understand why, though.”
“The building they live in doesn’t allow dogs. I think we should maybe focus on the fact that Aunt Cals wants all her nieces and nephews under her roof so you can all get so insanely hyped up on sugar and be maniacs with no rules for two whole days.”
Isaac’s eyes light up as he raises his finger. “But if she wants us to have no rules then I should be able to bring Dottie.”
I blink.Fuck.
“Kid’s got you there, son,” my dad says.
“Not helping.” I sigh. “What was your other question going to be?”
Isaac folds his arms over his chest. “Are those my cinnamon rolls to bring Thea?”
My heart does a full flip. It’s safe to say myself, Jensen, and Lucie are all very happy that Isaac and Thea seem to have this close friendship. Dex is only pretending to hate it right now, and I get it, she’s his little girl. However, Luce and I specifically might be already planning their wedding.
“Yeah, those are for you to bring to Thea.”
His arms drop in relief. “Thank goodness, she loves it when I bring her cinnamon rolls.”
I ruffle his hair with a chuckle. “Yeah, I admire your game, kid. Now, why don’t you go ahead and bring down any blankets, pillow, whatever you want to sleep with down here. I’ve already got your bag packed.”
Isaac peers up at me. “Can Dottie come help me?”
Oh, great, he’s scheming something. “Considering you know it’s okay for Dottie to come with you, I’m slightly afraid to ask what your plan is…but you know, I’ll have Mom be the bad guy.”
Isaac simply shrugs. “Come on, Dottie.”
When he hightails it up the stairs my dad chuckles. “You know he’s about to try to get that dog wrapped up in his blanket or something.”
“I wouldn’t put the attempt past him. Are you sure you’re good to go for this season?”
