Epilogue

Epilogue

Wynter, five years later, Christmas

T he kids had torn through the gifts, leaving mounds of wrapping paper and empty boxes under the Christmas tree and throughout the living room. Upstairs the four-year-old twins, three-year-old Christopher and eighteen-month-old Zoe were all finally asleep.

I sipped my sparkling water and loosened the tie of my silk bathrobe.

"As much I loved the penthouses, I love Christmas in our own house even more." I patted the couch next to me when Mateo descended the stairs after getting all the kids squared away.

He knelt by the edge of the couch.

"You look warm, Angel." He untied my robe, peeling it open. My breasts were full and my nipples were even more sensitive than usual. His hands roamed my body appreciatively. My belly was round with his growing baby, but Mateo's desire for me never diminished. If anything he was even more ravenous for me when I was pregnant. He never let me doubt how he felt about me.

For my husband, I was the heart of our family. Every day he showed me how much he wanted me, needed me, loved me. Our home had become a haven full of love and laughter.

A few things were for sure—I wasn't invisible anymore and my husband was no longer the grouchy workaholic. Thank goodness a couple of elves convinced Mateo to place that ad and make all my Christmas wishes come true!

Merry Christmas, babes!

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