They all held her as she laughed, holding each of them and kissing them. Each time she got close to him, he felt the bump of their child. He couldn’t wait for their family to begin.
They were all broken from their past, but together, they had found each other and what they really wanted. He knew without a doubt Daphne could heal them all, just as they could all heal her. They were never going to be alone again.
Lifting her up in his arms, he nodded at his friends to follow.
“I’m making dinner,” she said.
“You can make dinner later. Right now, I think it’s only fair that we make love to our fiancée. I know it’s been too long since you were on my cock.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you are a romantic?” she asked.
“I just know when to say the right things.”
With Eric and Micah at his back, he carried Daphne to their room. This was how their life was going to be. All of them together, making it work. It was a future he’d always wanted, and one he knew was coming, just like their woman was about to.
Epilogue
Ten years later
Daphne carried out the large bowl of potato salad. She came to a stop when she heard the screaming and growls coming from the yard. She watched as Micah chased after their three sons, Paul, Phillip, and John. Eric held their newborn in his arms, Rebecca. Their other two girls, the twins, Jane and Star, were around Dean, who was barbecuing on the porch. It was one of their rare occasions where they’d closed the bed-and-breakfast for the weekend and were just spending time together as a family.
She had invited her best friend Bethany, but she was enjoying the weekend with her own family.
“Mommy’s got food,” Micah said.
Before she knew what was happening, the kids rushed toward the table as Micah came toward her. He grabbed the bowl from her arms and kissed her hard. “I’d love to be chasing you.”
“I am not going to run, thank you very much.” She put a hand to her swollen stomach where their second set of twins lay. She wasn’t due for another four months, but she was already the size of a tank.
Eric and Dean each kissed her as they loaded up the table with food. She sat down and helped dish out food to their children. Rebecca had fallen asleep and was resting in her crib.
Enjoying the food, she listened to the kids argue and bargain for more ice cream, then proceed to beg for a water fight.
Dean was known for the water fights and often had everyone in fits of giggles.
“Do you want to join us?” Eric asked, coming to her side.
“No, I think I’ll sit this one out,” she said, laughing. “Me and running do not mix well.”
“You will always look sexy to me.” He pressed a kiss to her neck and she closed her eyes.
Dean, however, wasn’t having any of it. “What are you doing?”
“You’re not sitting this one out. You’re going to have fun.”
He put his arms around her waist, holding the gun in his arms. He was so much taller than her that as they marched around the garden, firing their weapon, she couldn’t stop laughing. The kids were loving it.
Eric and Micah were there as well. They were all laughing.
Ten years of wedded bliss. With her family around her, the happiness on all of their faces, Daphne knew that for the next fifty-plus years, they were going to be just as happy.
They had everything they wanted.
Each other and love. It was all they needed.
The End
www.samcrescent.com
Facebook Reader Groups:
www.facebook.com/groups/466389657105501
www.facebook.com/groups/295030114286077
Other Books by Sam Crescent:
www.evernightpublishing.com/sam-crescent
If you enjoyed this book, you may also like:
Devil’s Fury by Lila Fox
Running on Empty by Allyson Young
The Killer’s Prize by Winter Sloane
EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ®
www.evernightpublishing.com
BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
BRED BY THE BUSHMEN
Breeding Season, 2
Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino
Copyright © 2018
Sample Chapter
Caleb White tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for his brother to finish collecting their mail. He hated coming to town, but once every couple of months, they made the long trek from their cabin back to civilization. They had to buy food supplies for their pantry. In another three months they’d make the same damn trip but it would be to stock up for a lot longer as they were forecast to have a rough winter.
Damon was taking too damn long, and it was starting to piss him off. He nodded at the townsfolk and played the polite card, when in truth, he couldn’t give a shit about what people thought about him. The only reason he played along was so it made life easier.
Their parents had decided to live off the grid before they were born, and it had been the only life they knew. When their parents got killed in a bear attack, they’d been shipped off to the city to live with their estranged uncle.
Going from complete freedom to living within boundaries, and constantly being told what they were doing was fucking wrong, it had gotten tired real fast for him.
They’d done their time in the city, going to college, building a business, and finally, selling up, and returning back to their old life, which Caleb loved.
At forty years old, he’d finally found the life for him. His brother, being two years younger, felt the same way. The only problem? They were … lonely.
