Epilogue

"How the fuck do we still fit in these suits?" My husband asks, looking at himself in wonder. It's valid. I often look at him the same way.

All these years later and I still pinch myself to confirm that I landed the man of my dreams, as well as my dream career.

After being drafted as a third-round pick with San Francisco, we finally won the Superbowl this past spring. Gio and our two kids cheering from the stands with Gio's parents. The second we got engaged, Guila insisted I start calling them mom and dad. Maybe not the exact second but pretty damn close. The off-season after my rookie year, I took Gio to Rome and I proposed to him in Italian like his nonna had taught me. As soon as we were back, we had a huge party, and that's when I was told I had a new mom and dad.

The only time I've spoken to my actual parents is when my dad called and asked for free football tickets about six years ago. Perry was enraged when Gio told him and paid someone to spread several packets of instant mashed potatoes on their lawn the day before the rain was scheduled.

That was the day our group of friends started a ‘Perry's Bail Money' savings account. We haven't had to dip into it yet, but it'll happen.

Gio ended up working for Lexi's dad at the cheer complex. He enjoys it, and it works around our kids" schedule. I would not be where I am if Gio hadn't decided he wanted to stay at home with our kids as we started a family. He's an amazing dad to Stefan and Gracie. Our home is full of laughter and mayhem.

I've loved every minute of it.

"How are you not more amazed? Two kids and you've only gotten more ripped since joining the NFL," Gio says, still looking at himself in the mirror.

We're wearing the suits we wore to the cheer dance. The outfits we wore the very first time we had sex.

"Do you want to recreate what we did when we first wore these suits?" I ask, sliding up behind him, grabbing his hips, and grinding my dick into his ass. "We have a hotel room. You could fuck me as loudly as you want."

I watch in the mirror as his eyes fill with lust. In all our years together, I don't think we've fucked in front of a mirror. The thought of watching ourselves as we get off has me quickly unbuttoning Gio's suit pants.

"Yessssss," he moans out.

"No. Absolutely not," a voice coming from behind startles us, and I whip around to see Lexi standing there. "I know the happy couple would probably approve of you both having very public and loud sex, but I need your help. Wyatt is trying to add safewords to his vows and both of the ring bearers have lost the rings. Help now. Get off later."

Lexi and Ryder have stayed our best friends. We even live next door to each other. The kids love playing with their puppy, Regina. Which is extra handy because it means they've never asked us for a dog. Although we do have a doggy door installed in our shared fence. The kids use it to go see their uncles just as much as Regina does to come over and play.

Gio does up his buttons. "Give us two minutes, and we'll help." Lexi nods and heads back out of the hotel room.

"I'm guessing that two minutes isn"t enough time to get off?" I give him my sad puppy dog eyes.

He snorts. "No baby, but my parents are taking the kids home after the ceremony, and like you said, we have all night to do whatever we want with each other."

"Okay, fine," I press a chaste kiss to his lips. "I'm pretty sure your mom did alterations on the suits for us," I tell him, earning me a smile.

"I love you, Tucker Russo-Evans."

"I love you, Giovanni Russo-Evans."

The End.