Epilogue

EPILOGUE

HUNT

ONE MONTH LATER

"Oh my gosh!"

I toss the resistance band and take off toward the kitchen as soon as I hear her frustrated cry, worry shooting through me. I don't bother wiping the sweat from my brow or putting on a shirt. That shit can wait.

"Molly?" I call, practically jogging from the gym to the kitchen. "What's wrong, goddess?"

I find her standing at the island, scowling at her phone.

"What? Nothing." She quickly shoves the phone behind her back, spinning to face me. I know she's lying as soon as I see her face. One thing Molly isn't good at is lying.

I narrow my eyes, stalking toward her. "You want to try that again, goddess?"

"It's nothing!" she cries, backing away from me. "You're imagining things, Hunt."

"Oh, really?" I smirk, despite myself. "So, I just imagined you scowling at your phone when I came running in here?"

"Yep. Definitely. It was all in your head."

"Uh-huh. So, we're not on the Silver Spoon Single Serve again?"

"Nope." She takes another step away, her gaze darting to the side as she tries to map out an escape route. She can try all she wants, though. I played professional football for years. There isn't a play she can make that I'm not prepared to counter.

"Go ahead and run, sweetheart," I taunt, smirking. "See how far you get."

"Hunt, seriously. Go back to the gym and work out those ridiculously oversized muscles. Everything is just fine here."

"Uh-huh." I take another step toward her, my cock hard. When isn't it when she's around? Now that she lives here permanently, I'm always fucking hard. I spend every night lost in her and damn near every morning making her come on my tongue before I'm inside her again. And I still stumble through every day, thinking about the next time I can fuck her.

Since I asked her to marry me in the middle of the bar, things have changed. The sex between us is even hotter. Hearing her moan that she loves me while she's coming on my cock is goddamn perfection.

So is the fact that people mostly leave us alone now.

Oh, don't get me wrong. The fucking waitress still glares when she thinks we aren't looking. So do a few others. Mostly, I think people are simply getting used to the fact that I'm here permanently and this girl is my fucking world. And if they want to talk to me, they know they better treat her with respect. If they don't, I'm not nice.

Truthfully though, most people in town seem genuinely thrilled about our engagement. I think it helped for Molly to know that not everyone hates her. In fact, I don't think anyone hates her. But some people see fame and dollar signs, and it blinds them.

Not her. I don't think she gives a flying fuck about either. Actually, I know she doesn't. She'd probably prefer if I'd been some regular asshole instead of a grumpy bastard who used to be famous.

Too bad for her because she's stuck with me now.

I take another step toward her and she tries to dart away. Like I told her though, she isn't going anywhere. I reach out, wrapping my arms around her waist. I lift her off her feet, making her squeal.

My hand closes around her phone. I want to know what the hell the damn gossip had to say this time.

"I'm pregnant!" she shouts.

I go rigid with shock, dropping the phone.

"I'm pregnant," she says again.

I spin her around in my arms, my eyes locking on her face. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.

"I had a whole plan for how I was going to tell you," she says, an adorable pout on her face. "But someone saw me buying a test and now it's on the Silver Spoon Single Serve." She huffs at me. "I swear, Hunt. Nothing in this town stays secret!"

"They put it in the column?"

"No." Her brows furrow as she grumbles, "Someone reported it in the comments section. It's all they're talking about."

Well, at least the damn column has some integrity and didn't publish that she was buying a pregnancy test.

Jesus. She's pregnant.

"You're pregnant?" I ask, awe coursing through me as my gaze flits across her face. My hand slides down to her stomach. "You're carrying my baby right now?"

She nods, tears welling in her eyes. "Yeah, Hunt," she whispers. "I'm carrying your baby right now."

"Fuck." My eyes drift closed, gratitude, love, and pride crashing together in the center of my chest. My goddess is pregnant with my baby. I don't deserve this kind of perfection. And yet… it's mine. She's mine. "I love you so goddamn much, Molly."

"I love you too, Hunt." She presses her forehead to mine, sobbing quietly. "Moving here was the best decision I ever made."

"No, sweetheart," I disagree, spinning to lay her down on the island. I need to be inside her right now. "Signing up for that fucking dating service was the best decision we ever made."

"Yeah," she whispers, lifting her hips as I drag her pants and panties down her legs, prepared to spend the rest of the day making her scream my name. No. Not the rest of the day. The rest of my fucking life. "Definitely."

I lean down, claiming her lips as I go to work.