Epilogue

A YEAR LATER

”Argh. Stop,” Weston whines as I push the butt of my palm into his shoulder blade.

”No, you promised,” I remind him and continue to knead into his back like he”s a ball of bread dough. He grunts and groans while I move through the pressure points of his back. ”It”s important in deep tissue massages to make sure the client is comfortable. Client, are you comfortable?”

Weston cracks an eye open, clearly in pain, as I kneel beside him on our bed. He growls, ”Woman, I am not comfortable. You are strong as fuck for a little thing. Are you using your elbows?”

”No.” I shove him and sit back to stop my massage. He rolls over onto his side to see me pouting.

”Babe, don”t make that face. You just need more practice. You”re doing great in your classes and this isn”t easy. I”m not easy.”

”You got that right. It seems like your favorite word to use on me is ”no”. When are you going to start telling me yes?” I tease him.

”It turns you on when I tell you no, and then you get to have your way with me, your lowly sex slave of a husband.”

”Mm.” I giggle and move closer to kiss him, ready to have my way with him right now, but the sound of tiny tears falling strikes me at the back of my neck. It sends a ripple down my spine that our baby needs me.

”You stay put,” Weston says. ”I”ll grab Wesley. He”s due for a feeding. You get comfortable and I”ll bring him to you.”

I do as I”m told for once, leaning back against my favorite body pillow as Weston carries in our tiny bundle of joy. He”s only a few weeks old but has Weston”s beautiful gray eyes and black hair. As soon as he passes me our son, Weston returns to his position on the bed, lying on his stomach to watch me feed the baby.

”This is fascinating.” He smirks and twists his head to the side. There”s so much love in his eyes for us.

”You”re fascinating. You have classes, work, and still manage to find time for us.”

Weston”s eyes look ready to close as he talks between yawns. ”I”m the luckiest guy in the world. The least I can do is take care of you. I made that promise to you and your dad. I”m always going to do everything in my power to keep it.”

I lose myself watching Wesley feed. By the time I think of something sweet to say back to my husband, he”s sound asleep.

The love of my life. I never thought of life going in this direction, but I”m happy to go wherever Weston leads us. I”m more certain than ever that through it all, he”ll lead us into our happily ever after. We’re already halfway there.