Epilogue

EPILOGUE

ECHO

“ S o?” I asked Violet as she stared out the front window of the house we were touring. “What do you think?”

“I—” She stopped abruptly and slapped her hand over her mouth as she spun around and darted out of the living room.

“Baby?” I called out with worry as I hurried after her. Seconds later, I found her by following the sounds of her retching. “Shit,” I grunted, gathering her hair up so she didn't vomit in it.

She heaved a few more times, then plopped down onto her ass, exhausted.

“If you didn’t like the house, you could have just told me,” I teased as I grabbed a cloth I found under the sink and ran it under cool water.

A sigh fell from her lips when I set the dampened material on her forehead, then she chuckled. “Trust me, that wouldn’t have been the way I’d told you.”

“Yet you chose this method to tell me something else?” I asked as I hunkered down in front of her.

Violet frowned and tipped her head back to look up at me. “You think I’m trying to say something by throwing up?”

I grinned and shook my head. “Guess it was your body trying to get both our attention.”

“Pardon?”

Cupping her face, I smiled softly and whispered, “Think we’re havin’ a baby.”

Violet’s eyes widened, and her face lit up like I’d just handed her the sun. “I’m pregnant?” she squealed. She bounced a little, then her face turned green, and she twisted around just in time to lose her stomach again.

“Come on, baby,” I said quietly when she appeared to be done and some of the color was returning to her face. “Let’s get you home. Then I’ll run out and grab a test.”

There were so many to choose from that I ended up grabbing five.

But I was glad I did when we were looking down at all of the sticks lined up on the bathroom counter, all confirming that I’d knocked up my woman.

“I love you so fucking much,” I murmured as I slipped my arms around her waist and rested my chin on her shoulder.

My hands cupped on her belly, and she set hers on top of them. “Love you, too.”

After a few minutes of just standing there, reveling in the perfection of the moment, she turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Did you like that last house?” she asked, curiously.

“Yeah, but I’ll like any house you love.”

She smiled, and her eyes twinkled. “Are you sure it wasn’t too isolated? It sits on over two acres.”

“The farther away people are, the louder I get to make you scream,” I muttered, grabbing her ass and boosting her up so she locked her legs around my waist.

“I already love it,” she told me with a smirk, “but now I’m sold.”

Laughing, I tossed her—more gently than usual since she was carrying my baby—and began undressing her. “How about we practice? I’ll keep my hand over your mouth, and you show me just how loud you can be when I fuck you?”

Violet’s eyes darkened to nearly black, and she shivered while her hands frantically worked my belt buckle. “Sounds extremely appealing,” she said breathlessly.

Apparently, practice didn’t make perfect, though. Once we were all moved in, she screamed my name so loud my ears were ringing. Now, our life was perfect.