She giggles again, resting her forehead against my chest. “We said we’d take our time.”
“I don’t remember that. Why don’t you move in tonight? Now, in fact,” I ask, cupping her arse.
She sits up, a little startled, but with a sexy smile on her face. “Are you drunk?”
“I’m definitely not drunk, but it makes sense to do it now. Rent your house out and move in here with me, or we could find somewhere new. Whatever you want.” She relaxes on top of me while I massage her thighs. “We’re not kids anymore, Angie. We both know what we want.”
Her eyes widen. “I suppose we do.” Then a second passes by. “Wow.”
“Is that a good wow?”
She looks down at me as if shocked at her realisation. “I can’t think of a single reason why this is a bad idea.”
I huff out a breath. “Then say yes.”
Her lips slowly rise into a smile. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
“Yeah?” I smile back.
She nods. “Yeah.”
Naturally, I pull her down towards me and my mouth edges towards hers, brushing her lips over and over until our foreheads meet.
“I don’t know how you’ve been so patient and put up with me all this time, but for the record, you’ve just made me the happiest girl on this Earth. I love you, Tommy. I hope you know how much.”
“Love you too.” I beam. “And whatever happens next for us, I’ll never let you go again.”
EPILOGUE
ANGIE
TWO YEARS LATER
“Babe, are you ready?”
“Nearly,” I call back.
I love this room. We’ve filled it with good memories and as much warmth as we can create for our children since Josh and I moved in. Tommy made an offer to the landlord he couldn’t refuse, and we bought the home he formerly rented.
Framed photographs sit on the windowsill and display images of everyone we love. Scott, as best man at Ash and Calla’s wedding, looks so damn handsome in his suit with a cream rose buttonhole. This is a great picture of him. He didn’t stop smiling for the entire day, which is why we chose this shot. We want Josh to be happy whenever he thinks about his dad, and I want to remember the happy times too because there were so many.
Next to his photograph sits another of our family. Our two boys are on either side of us while our beautiful baby girl sits upright with the help of her dad.
I gaze down towards our daughter snuggled in my arms.Bonnie Mai Graham was born three months ago. After we decided we wanted to try for a baby, I had my birth control removed. We thought it would take us some time to fall pregnant because of my history, but it happened within a month. We are completely in love with her.
She stirs gently before her hazel eyes open fully to greet mine. “Hello, little one.” My fingers brush through her thick tuft of dark brown hair and trace across her delicate pink skin as she gurgles and then yawns. “Oh, it’s a hard life for a baby girl,” I say out loud, rocking her back and forth as she drifts back to sleep.
Briefly, I gaze out the window and into the garden before catching sight of another image on the windowsill. Chelsea glares back at me. “Stay sleeping, Bonnie. I don’t want to give you nightmares.” I smirk to myself.
Chelsea is still on the scene, but she rarely sees Oz. When she does, it’s like the circus coming to town. She sweeps in, nanny and new baby boy in tow, barking orders and telling everyone how New York is the only place to live on the planet. Poor Oz. He doesn’t get to speak to her about school or the football team he’s in because once she’s informed us about her fabulous life, there’s no time for Oz to talk about his. He copes somehow and accepts that’s how she is, although we do our best to cushion the blow. We still don’t tell him Chelsea is visiting unless she’s walking through our front door. We kept the method Tommy always used to prevent Ozzie from getting hurt. It’s our only way to protect him, and sadly, he would have been hurt countless times if we hadn’t stepped in.
At the end of the day, Chelsea is Oz’s mum, and we will respect that. No matter what happens, Tommy and I agreed that having her image, as well as Scott’s around the room, was important for the boys. We never want them to forgettheir parents, despite Oz and Josh now calling us both Mum and Dad. Thankfully, they adore their baby sister too and we’ve become a strong family unit.
From behind, his lips find my neck, making me jump, and Bonnie stirs. “How are my favourite girls doing?” Tommy whispers. I didn’t hear him come into the room.
“We’re good.” I giggle against him.
Tommy slips his hands around to my front, holding both me and our baby.
