“I couldn’t focus during my meetings because I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but I’m ready, and you better believe that this place is turning into baby-making central.”
I leap into his arms and kiss him with so much excitement. “We don’t need to make it a big thing, let’s just do what we always do, minus birth control.”
He’s walking us to the stairs. “To hell with that. The number of times that I’m going to have you on your back with legs in the air will be way above our daily average.”
I kiss him again, inhaling his love, feeling so incredibly lucky that this man is my husband.
EPILOGUE: DECLAN
ANOTHER THREE YEARS LATER
“Shh,” Violet shushes as I pump into her with a little force while I spoon her from behind.
It’s afternoon, and we have a window of opportunity while our daughter Willow takes her nap. She’s two years old now, and she’s going to be the spitting image of Violet when she’s older. Everyone adores her. My parents insist on watching her at least twice a week, and her cousins are excited to have a girl in the family.
I cover Violet’s mouth with mine to keep our sounds under control. We are two souls with a little less sleep, a hell of a lot more patience, and this is our moment to close out the world and just be us, together.
We just entered the off-season, so I’ll have a little more time with my girls.
Violet moans wildly into my neck as her body begins to shiver around my cock.
“Declan,” she breathes out.
“Let go, baby, come on.”
Her pussy contracts around me, and it causes a wave of pleasure to flow through me. I won’t be far behind her release. Violet reaches behind to link her arm around my neck as she draws out our kiss.
There is nothing like being naked in bed with the woman you love at two in the afternoon while the house is quiet except for the sound of our skin slapping together and my dick sliding in and out of her. I’ve waited my whole life for this.
Finally, when we lie here, tangled together, tempted to fall asleep after great sex, we smile fondly at one another. “I fucking love you,” I remind her and swipe away hair from her forehead.
“I love you too. Do you think we can get thirty minutes of sleep? Will our daughter give us that today?”
This is my favorite part of the day, touching base with my wife while I’m still inside of her.
“I think so. She played a lot this morning, had her pancakes with maple syrup, which means she had a sugar high and crashed right on time after lunch.”
“She loves the family brand.” Violet grins at me before kissing my lips. My parents lose it every single time we send them a photo of Willow eating maple syrup; it’s the highlight of their day.
“But I think we should attempt to get another round in since you promised we can try for the next kid.” I want this. Watching Violet pregnant, then the moment Willow entered our lives was a gamechanger. I don’t want to stop growing our family. I dive in to kiss her mouth then speak against her lips. “Close your eyes.”
“Sleep,” she insists.
We both sigh a satisfied breath and get comfortable, ready for a power nap.
An hour later, the Dash family is rested and ready to conquer the rest of our day. Violet and I decide to pack up Willow and head into town to grab some things for dinner, plus Violet wants to check on The Flower Jar. It’s a quiet day, so not many people are on Main Street.
We stop at The Flower Jar first. I hold our daughter and approach Nugget’s cage at a safe distance. Our daughter instantly squeals in delight, meanwhile Violet chats with the new assistant who works in the store.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I balance Willow in one arm to pull up my phone without even looking at the call display. “Dash,” I answer.
I listen while the team publicist and general manager talk on the other end of the phone, explaining the latest news that will bring attention to the Spinners. They’re doing this as a courtesy due to my connection to the team. When she mentions Connor’s name, my jaw juts out. That kid is making all of us age too soon. My nephew follows the whole “play hard and party harder” philosophy. A lot like me when I was his age. The number of times the team publicist has had to do damage control lately has made me want to throttle Connor, but he’s just too damn good of an athlete and is related to my wife.
After the team publicist finishes her explanation, and we hang up, I shake my head in pure aggravation, yet I chuckle to myself for the potential fallout coming Connor’s way. Before I can process the information, I hear the bell over the door announcing a customer, and my daughter’s grabby hands reaching behind me breaks my thought.
“Connor!” Violet greets him with a hug.
Of course, he shows up to see his favorite aunt when he returns to town from his latest adventure.
