Epilogue
“Master of my fate:
Captain of my soul”
Snapper
“Hey, honey.”
Snap turned from marking the wall where he and Shy weregoing to mount the cupboard to see his Rosie strolling in with Kane, betterknown as Playboy since the kid, not but a few months old, was a damned flirt.The baby was on her hip.
He was Shy and Tab’s little boy.
Tabby was following her toting a diaper bag, Tab’s eyesgoing to her man, but Rosie’s eyes were on Snap.
His woman looked seriously fucking good with a baby on herhip.
And she just looked seriously fucking good always.
Shymoved to Tab.
But Snap stood still because Rosalie was moving to him.
When she made it, he gave her a lip touch then gave Playboya tickle to which the kid wobbled and gurgled but mostly just hung on to Rosie(this hanging on meaning grabbing onto her tit, freaking little flirt) and helooked back to his woman.
“What do you think?”he asked.
She took her eyes from him and looked to the cupboards Shyand him were installing.
It was his condo, where he lived.Or now, where he used tolive.
Before Rosie, he’d spent most of his time in his room at theChaos Compound, but if he felt the need to have quiet, get some space just tohimself (which was not rare), he came there.
But since he now spent all his time with Rosie, he wasn’t abig fan of having a property that he wasn’t using that was also not doinganything for him.Seeing as he’d moved into the place as is and didn’t do shitto update it when he did, but the building was a nice one and he could getdecent rent if he fixed it up, he was putting in a new kitchen, new bathrooms,painting the walls, and tiling the floors.
And he’d been able to gut it and start doing that becausethe week before, he’d full-on moved in with Rosie.
Snap moving into their carriage house had been a hiccup intheir lives, something that wasn’t the same as every day before had been, buteach day wasn’t much different.Not to mention it hadn’t taken much since mostof his stuff he sold on Craig’s List because with Rosie’s stuff, and the extrashe’d bought, the crib was sweet and they didn’t need his shit messing with hermojo.
But all in all, that was the way they were.Each daybleeding into the next, nothing new (except a dining room table, gardenfurniture and his “reading nook”—something he thought was hilarious andcute—hilarious because the words were goofy as shit, cute because she thoughtof him, even if he still read most of the time camped on the couch because shecould stretch out beside him).
But everything was solid.It was not good, but insteadgolden.
Rosalie Holloway was not about adventure and excitement.Shewas just about being with the people who meant something to her, dialing downthe world so all you needed to feed your soul was an hour with her quiet,stretched out with you on the couch.
And learning that, Snapper had fallen in love with her evenmore.
“They look good,” she declared, attention on the cupboardsthey’d already put in.
“You’d think that you picked them,” Tabby replied to Rosalieand looked at Snap.“They are nice.I still think you should have gone with thecream.”
“The place is modern, cream is more traditional,” Rosaliesaid.
“Cream is more neutral,” Tab returned.
Rosalie shot her a smile with her eyebrows raised.“Moreneutral than white?”
Snap was not a fan of the eyebrow raise only because it tookhis attention to the split in the left one.
