Mercy coughs and I hold her tight, smiling like a loon and ignoring everything else but her.
She’s my future after all. Everything else is just not that important.
“I love you, wildfire.”
She grins, cuddling into my side and I finally breathe out. Letting her scent fill me up.
Letting my whole body sink into her as I kiss her brow and close my eyes.
Yeah. She’s my everything. I can rebuild the house. There will never be another her.
She’s my home.
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Epilogue: Reed
“Iswear she’s driving me crazy! Just like her father.”
Grinning, I push the door shut behind me as a whoop comes from the hallway. Little feet pound towards me and I catch my little daughter with one hand, dropping everything to the ground but her.
“Hello, Kitkat!”
She growls and snaps her teeth but ruins it all, giggling madly. “Hi, Daddy.”
“She’s feral, you know that, right?”
I grin at my wife. “She’s not. She just likes to keep us on our toes.”
“She’s feral. A little wild heathen.”
I reach out and pull my exhausted wife to me, her springy chestnut curls wild around her head.
“You’re supposed to be resting,” I mutter, kissing her head and letting her body melt into me.
“Tell that to your son and your daughter. Neither one will let me.”
“Well, I’m home now. So you go put your feet up in bed and I’ll get Kitty in for the night.”
I kiss her cheek and whisper, “and then I’ll take care of you for the rest of the night.”
She flushes but nods her head, kissing Kitty and turning slowly, her feet stumbling slightly.
“Now, come on, Kitty. Time to hit the hay. Another day to torture us tomorrow.”
She grins but growls under her breath.
It’s been five years of bliss. I married Mercy as soon as I could, locking her down at City Hall in front of my mother.
She decided to move in with a friend of hers after the fire and I bought Mercy and I a new house to raise our little family in.
And now I’ve got a daughter and a son on the way. Mercy’s due in two months but the summer heat, even with air conditioning, is wilting her body along with the pregnancy.
I lift my daughter up and settle her on my shoulders, galloping off with her bouncing on me like a rodeo rider.
It’s an hour-long process getting her ready for bed and by the time I’m done, she’s sound asleep, breathing deeply and I’m somehow covered in water from her bath and breathing like I ran a mile.
