Yeah, it feels like it sometimes, but when you find your person, every second of it is worth it. I love you, Maddox.
Maddox
Yeah. Back at you, Queen. Thanks.
I place my phone down next to the pizza box and move closer to Winter. Looking up at him, I say, “I love you.”
His arm comes around my shoulder. “What did I do to deserve that?”
I smile. My heart is still on her knees. It’s in times like this that I’m reminded of how lucky I am to have Winter by my side in everything I do in life. “You never have to do anythingto deserve that. I love you simply because you are the very best human I know.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Here’s what we’re going to do tonight. First, we’re going to eat as much pizza as we can fit in our stomachs. Then, I’m going to carry you to bed where we’re going to watchBlindspot. You’re going to curl up next to me with your arms and legs all the fuck over me in the way I like. You’re going to pass out after half an episode. And then I’m going to pass out right before I get to the end of that episode. We’re going to sleep for hours and then I’m going to wake you up with my mouth to your pussy. Then, you’re going to suck my dick. And then, we’re going to spend another day teaching our kids how to be good humans.”
“I can’t decide if I’m more excited about the pizza part of all that or thesleep for hourspart of all that.”
“I’m fairly fucking sure it was the sleep part of all that. I don’t know any woman who loves her bed as much as you do.”
I shake my head at him as I sit up straight and reach for some pizza. “Honestly, Winter Morrison, you have no idea about women sometimes.I’mfairly fucking sure all mothers love their bed more than anything else on earth.”
We proceed to bicker over sleep, and mothers, and fathers, and all the differences between them while getting as much pizza in our stomachs as possible.
I overeat by about two slices.
Winter makes some smartass remark about the food coma I’m about to enter.
I make some smartass remark about him practically ordering me to enter that food coma.
He lifts me over his shoulder and carries me into the bedroom while telling me I’m deluded if I think I’m the kind of woman any man can order to do anything.
I argue that he sure as hell tries often enough to order me into things.
And all the while, our phones sound with text messages that I just know are going to drive him insane.
I fucking love this man and the life we’ve built.
And as exhausted as I always am, I wouldn’t change one thing about any of it.
24
SCOTT & HARLOW - A DAY IN THE LIFE
19 YEARS LATER
Harlow’s POV
6:15 a.m.
A text wakesme from the kind of sleep that didn’t refresh me in the way it should have. A million interruptions during the night guaranteed that, and while I’ve got a lot to do today, all I want now is to stay in bed for as long as I can.
I’m trying desperately to keep my eyes shut and convince my brain to go back to sleep when Scott’s hand slides over my waist and around to rest on my stomach. His chest presses against my back as his mouth brushes my ear. “Who the fuck is texting you at this time on a Sunday?” The early morning rasp in his voice does what it’s done to me for nineteen years: it hits my veins like the drug it is, which is not what I need while attempting to fall back asleep.
I curl my legs up into a ball and bury my face in my pillow. “I don’t know. They need to go away.”
Another text sounds from my bedside table.
And then another.
“Fuck,” Scott mutters before leaning across me to retrieve my phone. “It’s Madison.”
