Epilogue

"Hey, what has you so lost in thought?" Chance asks. I'm standing out on the deck to the house we have in South Carolina. It's on the beach, another fixer-upper that we scooped up. My thoughts are back on that test I took hours ago while Chance was working on something that went wrong in the house. It was supposed to be an easy fix, but much like everything that happens in a place that needs a shit ton of work, it took hours. Nothing says honeymoon like the plumbing failing in the master bathroom. I laughed, grabbed the box that held a pregnancy test, and scurried into the other bathroom.

"Oh, just thinking about how in nine months, there'll be another person living in our home and you'll really have to watch your mouth when something goes wrong." Chance spins me around in his arms.

"Fuck, woman. Are you telling me we're going to be parents?"

"Yes." I think back on the day we celebrated our wedding, all of our family together, congregating in the small church in Lodgeview. I walked down the aisle to Chance. He was wearing a light gray suit, a white button-down shirt opened up at the throat, standing there. The look in his eyes, knowing I was the one who put it there, took my breath away. I wore a white lace and form fitting dress with a sweetheart-style neckline. Of course, this was all Aspen's doing. My hair and makeup, definitely a mix from Berkley and Rowen. It was hard for both Chance and me to choose who would stand up with us. His brother would be an obvious one, so would Paul. That would have still made it difficult for me, with my sisters and cousin. It was easier for it to be about us and not have the hassle of hurting anyone's feelings. Even my dad choked up when he gave me away, though I'm not sure if they were happy tears because all of his girls are married and out of the house now. After our ceremony, we went back to Chance's parents' house and had food and desserts. The open bar was a plus. That was also when I told Chance I threw out my birth control pills. He picked me up off my feet and marched us out of their house so fast, I think I got whiplash.

It's hard to believe that was only three months ago. It's taken us lots of practicing, but after missing my period last week, I knew it was time to take a test.

"Each day only gets better and better. Even with this mess of a house and us working in two different states at the most random of times. You and me together, plus our new bundle of joy. It's going to be perfect. That being said, we need to chill out on all the traveling we'll be doing, or at least drive instead of fly."

I have to laugh. Who would even think of these things? "Have you been reading up on this?"

"The minute you told me we were going to try, I downloaded some books on that Kindle app you put on my iPad." I really can't hold it in any longer. My eyes fill with tears. The lengths this man goes for us.

"Could you be any more perfect?" His hands cup my cheeks, the tips of his thumbs wiping away the tears as they leave my eyes.

"Not perfect, Peyton. I was put on this world for you, just like you were made for me. And I'll do anything to make sure we're happy every day I walk this earth."

"See, that right there, that's what I mean. You know what to say and just when to say it." Chance dips his head, the nudge of his nose letting me know he wants my lips. I reach up on the tip of my toes, our mouths colliding, him dominating me the way I love, knowing exactly when I need it. I'm assuming he'll cart me off inside after our kiss. Chance doesn't though. Instead, he pulls away and gives me the words he always does. We must tell each other those three little words fifteen times a day, and I never get tired of hearing them.

"I love you, Peyton Adams, you and our child." His hand moves to my lower abdomen as he professes his love to us.

"And I love you, Chance Adams. Through everything, you're there no matter what. I couldn't imagine a life without you."

"It's a good thing you'll never have to. Now, how about we go on inside? It smells like we might be getting some rain here shortly, and with our house, who knows what that will bring." They always joke about how mechanics have a broken-down car. Well, it must be the same for carpenters. We've owned this house for months, and a majority of the place is a construction zone, or worse.

"Don't joke about that. Last time you did, we had to rewire the whole house. Now you probably jinxed the roof." I roll my eyes at him.

"Now you've done it, woman. I was just up there last month and everything looked good. If anyone jinxed the house, it would be you." This time, Chance does pick me up. My legs wrap around his middle, my arms going around his shoulders, fingers delving into the locks at the nape of his neck. Chance's strides are faster than normal, and if I know anything about my man, I know this, he's ready to take me to bed. I up the ante, grinding my hips on his thickening cock as my lips move to his neck, licking and sucking.

"Christ, woman, give a man some warning." He stumbles into the house, barely making it to the couch before I move my hands to my shirt, whipping it over my body, knowing Chance would never let me go even with me squirming around.

"Don't make me wait. I need you," I moan, going back to the column of his throat.

"Never." My back meets the couch. His lips meets mine in a quick kiss before he worships me with his mouth and then his cock. This has to be one of my favorite days yet, and I get to share it with Chance, now and forever.