Cotton snorted, “You have no fear, do you?”
Alexander smirked, then his face sobered, “One.”
Storm was the one to ask, “What?”
Alexander looked at me, and so much love was clearly written in those eyes of his, “Going back to a life where I never mether.”
I burst into tears.
He chuckled as he gathered me in his arms and buried my face in his neck.
Epilogue
Ripper
Eight Months Later
Garret was sighing as Creedence giggled.
Connor was wincing, and Christian was happily teething on his fingers.
I had Belle perched on my hip.
I moved in behind Creedence, wrapped my arm around her waist, and pulled her to my front, my hand cradling her belly in a protective gesture.
She sighed as she leaned back into me and placed her hand on mine, and I pressed a kiss on the top of her head.
“Okay, that’s the perfect one,” Valerie said.
“The perfect one, what? We didn’t pose,” Garret asked.
Valerie smiled up at him, “It’s not when you pose that makes the perfect picture; it’s the moments you capture.”
And then a sound and a smell lit up the living room.
Tears hit my eyes.
“Oh. My. God,” Creedence said as she covered up her nose.
“He just crapped on me,” Connor growled.
I burst out laughing right along with Garret.
And we both received elbow jabs from our women.
Creedence looked at me and smirked, “He’s all you, honey.”
I lifted a brow, “My cock ain’t inside you. That’s not what you call me.”
Garret growled.
Connor paled.
Gage gagged.
I chuckled as I handed her Belle and took my boy from Connor.
Then I took him to the bathroom and cleaned him up.
