I'm halfway to getting her naked when the devil herself bursts in.
"Oh my gosh! You're having sex in the kitchen."
"Olive!" I growl, pressing my forehead to Sarah's as her body shakes with laughter. "Give me back my key."
"Why? It's not like I knew you were doing the deed in the kitchen. Holy shit!" she squeals half a second before I feel her hand on my shirt, hauling me backward. "That's a ring."
"Olive!"
She ignores me, lifting Sarah's hand to examine it with tears in her eyes. "I'm so happy for you two right now. I'm not even going to judge you for not locking the front door before you started going at it in the kitchen."
"It's my house," I growl.
Sarah just giggles, the same way she always does when my baby sister is stressing me the hell out. I could die happy, listening to that giggle.
"Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be at Mason's, doing it in his kitchen?" I'm not even pissed at the man for sleeping with my sister. The more time she spends with him, the less she spends stressing me out. Frankly, he deserves a goddamn medal for that.
"No. We already did it in mine," she sniffs. "But I need Sarah. We have to go to jail."
"What the fuck?"
"Uh…I haven't done anything illegal," Sarah says, bemused.
"Surprisingly, me either," Olive chirps, grinning. "But Jazz needs us to bail her out. She refuses to call Lilah because she said she doesn't want to hear Lilah say she told her so."
"Jazz is in jail?" Sarah squeaks, squirming for me to put her down. I reluctantly release her. Apparently, we have to go bail her coworker out of jail. Fucking awesome. "What the heck?"
"It's a long story. I'll tell you on the way," Olive says, already marching toward the door.
Sarah starts to follow her, then spins, placing a quick kiss on my cheek. "I'll be back to finish this as soon as I bail Jazz out of jail. I love you."
"The hell you will," I growl, snagging her around the waist. "The last place the two of you are going without supervision is near a jail, baby girl."
God only knows what trouble Olive will get into that close to men with access to cells meant to contain her wild ass. All three of them will be locked up by morning if my sister is in charge of this mission.
"Fine. Then you can tag along," Olive says, clapping her hands. "Let's go, people. Before Jazz ends up in borrowed underwear."
"Jesus Christ." I pinch the bridge of my nose, pretty sure this—trying to keep Olive from getting my wife thrown in jail—is exactly what the rest of my life is going to be like.
But when Sarah smiles up at me, her eyes shining with happiness and a confidence that's brand new, my heart rolls in my chest, and I know—I fucking know—that I'm going to love every damn minute of it.
Epilogue
Sarah
Two Years Later
A tiny cry startles me awake.
I immediately blink my eyes open, reaching for the baby in the crib beside me. Except…he isn't there.
"I've got him, baby girl," Jasper rumbles, his voice soft.
I glance up to find him at the foot of the crib with our newborn cradled in his arms. My heart clenches at the sight, my whole body going soft.
Jasper has always been beautiful to me, but he's a whole new level of perfect with our son cradled against his chest like he intends to protect his tiny body from the whole world.
I know he will. It's what he does. It's who he is. The man is a warrior, carved from the strongest steel, made to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He's been carrying mine for the last two years.
