FIVE YEARS LATER
WREN
It’s cold out at the cabin, smaller than I remember.
I’m crouched in the doorway watching Carter.
He’s cutting wood by the new shed, bringing the axe high above the wood before driving it down. This whole insta-lumberjack mountain man thing is really turning me on. I’m starting to recall how this poor cabin became such a love nest to begin with.
“Momma!” cries Jax in front of me.
I bring my attention back to doing up the buttons on his sweater. “Sorry, buddy,” I smile. “Momma was watching Dada.”
Jacinta, Jax’s twin sister, points, shouting, “Dada!”
I finish with Jax and move onto her. “Yes, that’s your dada. Cute, isn’t he?”
The curled lip I get in return seem to suggest Jacinta has no idea what I’m talking about. “You’ll learn,” I tell her. “Something tells me both of you are going to be trouble in the romance department. Boy do I pity the hearts you’re going to break with those baby blues of yours.”
Twins—Who would have thunk that two years ago? I’d only been off the pill for a week before I fell pregnant. Yes, we may have been going at it like rabbits, and yes, Carter’s probably packing some serious super sperm, but when the doc said ‘You’ve won the lottery,’ I truly had no idea what he was on about. Since when do doctors run lotteries? I thought. Are we getting his services free today? Have I won a car?
No, just three months looking like a water tower, six hours of agony, and two of the most perfect, eye-poppingly perfect little people you’ve ever seen. Zeus the Second is as fond of them as we are, their own personal guard dog.
Truthfully, I was a little apprehensive about motherhood. What I’ve learned is, you just make do, each and every day. And they’re special, watching the twins grow and literally discover the world day by day. Carter can’t get enough of it. He’s super dad, always playing with the kids, reading to them (Mary Poppins at the moment, I wonder how that would have gone down in prison...), running, laughing.
I got my pigeon pair, and we’re busy. Of course we are. My Kids First Foundation now employs over fifty staff in five states, with even more expansion planned next year. The lives we’ve changed already number in the thousands, and I couldn’t have done it without Carter by my side, pushing me on, even when we were eating frozen meals from the bargain bin of the freezer, even when Carter offered to put his last money into setting me up. That’s just the kind of man he is—always looking out for everyone but himself.
But he’s had his own success in recent years. I think we both thought his hockey career was through, but after spending more time with David, I suggested Carter could take up coaching. He was reluctant at first, thought his criminal record would work against him, but it’s been quite the opposite. If anything, the whole ‘former NHL bad boy, now reformed’ thing has done wonders getting him through doors. He’s worked hard, moving from a minor league team in Vancouver to more recently taking on his latest appointment as head coach of the Toronto Maple Leafs.
We had to relocate, but his salary package was more than enough to buy us a beautiful, sun-lit four-bedroom not far from the Air Canada Center where the Leafs train. Besides, the cabin was getting kind of small considering our impending family explosion. Right there in the hospital we went from two to four in an instant. I cannot tell you how much something like that will change your life.
Thankfully, we’ve had a lot of support. After she split with Carter’s Dad, his mom relocated to Toronto to help out with babysitting duties. She looks after the twins on Friday nights, allowing us some much-needed Mommy and Daddy time—not that Carter ever misses an opportunity to sex me up. Showers in particular are no longer solely a cleaning ritual in our household. Hello, detachable shower head.
It hasn’t all been easy. Three years ago I was called to give evidence against David. It was brutal. The media attention started again. I felt like I was the one on trial, but Carter supported me through it all, made sure I had all the support I needed—emotional and physical. These days it’s almost as though David never existed, which is sad in a way. Sometimes I’ll catch Carter looking into the distance lost, thinking back to better times with his lost brother, perhaps doing his best to conjure the David he’d rather remember.
The trouble Carter had with the man providing him protection in prison never resurfaced again. Steve was able to talk to his contacts in the prison system and put a lid on it. It turned out this ‘Tommy’ was a snitch for the authorities. Word just happened to get out and next thing he was transferred up north. He was killed in a prison brawl shortly after, killed no doubt by one of the many inmates he’d been informing on. Steve’s kept me posted, but I don’t tell Carter about it anymore. In truth, I think he’s forgotten, happy to close that chapter of his life for good.
At first, Carter leased the cabin out to none other than Sherriff Lawson, but when the good sheriff found love and headed off to Reno, Carter simply couldn’t part with the place. I’m glad we didn’t sell it in the end. The kids need a place like this where Wi-Fi doesn’t exist, where you can simply be and let the world go.
Speaking of worldly, Dad’s busy trailing his latest target around Barbados. He drops in from time to time to catch up with us... In-between his many flings. Someone should write a screenplay about his life— ‘Ten Women In Ten Days’ or something. God help womankind when he hits seventy next year. At least Pfizer won’t be going out of business.
Thankfully, even with my ‘tiger stripes’ and extra love handles, Carter still doesn’t require anything, medicinal or otherwise, to get hard. He still looks at me like I’m the hottest girl in the world, and the luckiest.
And I am. I’ve got a job I love and care deeply for, but one that allows me the necessary flexibility to look after the twins. I have a beautiful home, even if it is Chaos Central, and I have Carter—my world, my sexy still-as-ripped-as-ever man. Seeing him with the twins fills my heart with such joy I seriously think I’m going to explode with happiness sometimes (A happygasm? Himax? Nah, sounds like a utility vehicle).
Jax comes tumbling down the cabin steps, Jacinta not far behind him now, the two of them absolutely inseparable. We got together with June and her twins for thanksgiving in New York, and boy, talk about a full-on affair. By the time the turkey came around there was a toddler food fight of such epic proportions I almost had to start using the salad spoon for a shield. Not that June cared. As for the ‘adult time’ Carter and I got up to in the guest bedroom later on... Let’s just say we may or may not have woken the entire household. June’s knowing smile at breakfast said it all.
Carter puts the axe down, wiping his brow with the hem of his shirt, and damn, that’s a sight I’ll never get sick of. I thought Carter may have eased up on the workouts when he picked up the coaching job with the Leafs, but he somehow looks more cut than ever. You could sharpen swords on those abs.
My libido certainly hasn’t shown any signs of slowing down. During my pregnancy I was nearly ravenous. I’m talking full-on ‘come to momma’ mode. I don’t think the poor guy had ever been sexed so much in his life, even if my blimp-like belly made things a little awkward. Thank god for doggy style.
Carter scoops the twins up, one in each arm, parading them around like royalty. The way they giggle, playing off each other, is so damn adorable I could happily melt into a puddle of mush. But it’s nothing compared to bed time, both of them tucked up with their snuggie blankets, arms akimbo, the world’s cutest stick ’em up.
As for a third, I think we’re both a little reluctant given I scored twins straight up. Two tiny Whites is more than enough for now. I think if I had four I’d have to outsource sleeping.
Sometimes Carter is quiet when he plays with the twins, and I know it’s during these times, stolen seconds between the whirlwind of life, that he thinks about his brother. Even now, Carter’s father refuses to believe that David was anything but a saint, but Carter has come to a certain peace with it.
From time to time Carter’s hockey buddies will drop around, even some of the guys he was inside with. He’s turned the Maple Leafs into a real family this season. They’re up against the Canucks next week, so I’m interested to see how that plays out, especially with Coach Williams at the helm still.
Carter walks past me smiling, holding the twins upside-down by their ankles squealing and wriggling with delight. “Make way!” he bellows. “Special delivery coming through.”
I watch him (okay, his ass) head inside and follow.
Carter puts the twins down, patting them on the bum. “Bath time, buddies. Go get ready.”
They run off, stumbling like intoxicated penguins.
I gasp when Carter takes me around the waist, pressing me up against the kitchen counter. “Do you think we have time for a quickie?”
I give him my ‘Seriously?’ expression. “I don’t think you know the meaning of ‘quick’.”
He runs his hand down the front of my panties, rubbing my clit. “And to think you’d never even had an orgasm before you met me.”
I twist against his hand, trying not to mew and close my eyes, to be seduced—again. “I have more than made up for that.”
He gets onto his knees, hands placed at the waistband of my jeans to strip them away and place his expert mouth against me.
“Dada!” comes a tiny voice from the bathroom.
Carter shakes his head below. “Is it even possible to get cock-blocked by a two-year-old?”
I reach down, placing my hands under his chin and drawing him up to me. I kiss him, savoring the pine and outdoors and woodsy taste of his lips. “Waiting’s not going to kill you.”
He looks down between his legs. “And Wilson?”
I roll my eyes. “Can you stop calling your dick after a movie prop?”
“But he was lost and your vagina found—”
“Yes, yes. I know the spiel.” I spin him around and slap him on the ass. “Now go attend to your offspring, will you? Jax is probably in there pulling his penis like it’s bubblegum again.”
Carter turns around on his way. “That boy’s got issues.”
“Like father like son,” I trill.
Carter goes off laughing.
I face the kitchen bench and stare out the window, already horny, already wet, and it was, what? Five seconds? God help us when we’re seventy.
I’ve missed this place—the memories Carter and I made here are more than enough to wipe away the difficult years prior. I’m a new woman now, though skinny dipping is off the table forever.
I’m approaching life now with more verve and passion than ever. It’s a mess at times, completely mad, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Being with Carter has changed my life, changed both of our lives. We run by our own rules, don’t stop to pay any attention to the naysayers.
We’re free.
We’re alive.
Living breathless.
Living lawless.