Epilogue 3

TANNER

Six Years Later.

"Daddy!" Lucy squeals as she runs towards me in glee as her two little sisters twaddle behind her as she runs with ribbons. I'm bypassed, and so is Tucker, as they race through the house playing whatever game they've made up today.

"Where's Mom?" I shout after Lucy.

"Kitchen!" she hollers back.

"Nesting," Tucker and I say together.

Pregnant with our fourth daughter, Windsor is in her final month and having trouble settling down long enough to relax, so she's been cleaning out everything. It looks like we're moving with the number of boxes she's got packed up and ready to donate to charity.

Over the years, Windsor has blossomed and become a force of nature. She damn near runs the company, takes care of three children and us while being the best aunt she can be to all our nieces and nephews, and now, she's giving us another life to celebrate and share. Our life would be miserable without her, and she knows it, which is why we've taken the next two months off to help before and after the baby comes. She'll outwardly hate it, but inside, we know she'll appreciate it, especially all the time she gets to sleep and relax—something she is missing right now.

"Baby, what are you doing?" My heart stalls in my chest as we find her on the step ladder, reaching for something above the fridge. "Jesus, Windsor." Tuck and I grab her around the waist and put her back on the floor.

"It was two steps." Her arms cross, and she pouts at us. "Besides, I heard you come in and really just needed to feel you touching me."

Cuddling into my chest, I wrap her up in my arms as Tuck grabs the cookbook she had been reaching for. "Baby, you know we'll touch you anytime you ask."

Sighing, her head lifts to look at me with a smile on her beautiful lips. "I know."

Tuck laughs as he grabs the bun of her hair and pulls her head back to kiss her. "You trying to get a spanking, sweetheart?"

The woman damn near combusts in my arms. "Maybe." Her sly smile says yes, but she knows we won't do that while she's pregnant.

"You're in for a lot of trouble once this baby comes and you get the all-clear," I growl before taking a kiss of my own.

"Promises, promises," she mutters, sauntering away to the pantry to start cleaning that out now. We watch her for a while before taking over and making dinner while she has a nap, and when the girls are all settled at the table, giggling together quietly, I realize how truly lucky we are that Windsor applied for a job she had no experience in while going through such tragedy.

She's our lifeline and has been since the day we met. Without Windsor, we wouldn't have what we do now, and I couldn't be more grateful to the spitfire of a woman holding my heart in her sexy little hands.

The End!