Epilogue
Two years later…
Leo
“Can you believe it’s been two years?” Reese smiles across the counter at me with her coffee cup clenched between her hands.
Even after another sleepless night of breastfeeding and rocking our twins, she still looks radiant in the morning light peeking through the sheer kitchen curtains.
"The two best years of my life." I come around the counter and kiss her forehead.
"Including last night when the twins were howling in unison like wild animals calling out to each other?" She sets her elbows on the counter and drops her head as a long yawn pours out of her mouth.
I laugh then run my hands over her shoulders. "Even then.”
Yes, the midnight diaper changes are tolerable—pleasant even—because I do them with my best friend by my side. We're solid. I've never felt more steady in my life. I may look like a big, tough guy on the outside but I don't stand on my own. Reese is my superhero, my Cupcake Girl. Her love saves my life every day.
It’s funny—when my marriage to Mara ended, I though the world was crashing down but now, I don't regret the way things ended with her. It was rough on Brenton and me for a little while but as soon as I allowed Reese into our lives, she made it all better.
And Mara got what was coming to her. Apparently, the man she left me for lied to her about his source of income. He made his fortune dealing in the black market. Word is that the both of them got picked up by the police somewhere in Central America and are awaiting trial for organ trading. It's been a rough two years for Mara and her one remaining kidney. So much for her jet-set lifestyle. I hear those Guatemalan prisons are real glamorous.
Anyway, she’s not my problem anymore.
The people I care most about—my wife and three kids—reside under this roof in a sleepy little Illinois town called Copper Heights.
Reese's head snaps up at the sound of the doorbell and she casts a narrow-eyed stare my way. "It's not even 8:00 in the morning yet," she hisses as she slams down her coffee cup. She marches toward the door, her heavy footsteps conveying her fury. "I swear to god, if it's that vacuum salesman again—"
I stand at the other end of the hall, smirking as she tears the front door open and an enormous flower bouquet fills the entrance. "Delivery for Reese Montgomery?” The delivery guy totters under the weight of the thing.
Her head snaps in my direction. "Baby..."
I just grin.
She accepts the delivery and lugs it into the kitchen. "Hmm...I wonder who it's from?" I ask innocently, smiling into her coffee mug and taking a long sip.
She’s teary-eyed when she sets it down and slaps me on the chest. "Stop joking around. You have me crying my eyes out."
"I'm romantic, huh?" I chuckle.
"Yes, you are." She wraps her arms around me and presses her cheek to my back.
"You're my inspiration, babe." I spin around and hold her to me.
"Well, I'm feeling very, very grateful...if you know what I mean." She cups my semi-hard cock. A rush of blood heads to that region.
"I'll take you upstairs so you can show me,” I propose.
She yelps when I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder like a cement bag. "Oh my gosh. You're just a neanderthal masquerading as a gentleman, aren't you?"
I laugh. "Don't let the flowers and soft focus light fool you, baby. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."
"You have a dirty mouth on you!”
"Yeah, you're a lucky, lucky girl. How about we go take care of business before the babies wake up?" I slap her butt as I tromp toward the stairs.
"Good idea." She giggles contentedly.
"Oh, I'm full of good ideas. But falling in love with you is the best idea I've ever had."
THE END