Epilogue

Fallon-Six Years Later

" W atch out or Bastar number two is going to get you." Peyton chases after our three girls with a stuffed crab through our hotel suite, fake attacking them with it making them squeal in laughter. It might not be the sandy shores of our hometown, Love Beach, but it will do until after football season is over with.

In the six years we've been married, Peyton has given me three beautiful daughters and a son on the way. With Everlee's help, his football career took off, making him the highest paid player in the history of the NFL.

McKenna's career also took off making her a global superstar. But thankfully my big sister is grounded enough to know how precious everyday is and not to take anything for granted no matter how small or insignificant it might seem. With the help of her husband she has started a foundation for underprivileged kids to go to camp. The new camp is located by Love Beach. The children can learn anything from singing to dancing, Football to basketball, and of course tattoo design and drawing techniques.

As for me, I continued with my charcoal drawings. I still have my little shop in Love Beach. My art and my family is what keeps me grounded in this mixed-up, crazy world we live in.

"Mommy, that bastard, Bastar bited me." Our youngest at three years old, holds her arm up and points to a tiny speck on her hand.

Peyton and I hold in a laugh both at the way she says bited and the name she called Bastar. "It looks like you've been hanging out with your aunt McKenna to much." I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. "She never did like Bastar very much, but we shouldn't use aunt McKenna's nickname for him."

"Fine, but he still bited me." she sticks out her bottom lip, giving us her best pout.

"Okay, what should his punishment be?" I ask, taking the stuffed crab away from Peyton.

"He needs a spanking!" All three of the girls yell. Their dislike for getting chased by a stuffed crab seems to rival that of their aunt's dislike of the real crab.

I raise my eyebrows at Peyton.

"Hey don't look at me. He's been a very naughty crab." The heated look he gives me makes my panties dampen.

You would think after all these years I would be immune to his innuendos, but here I am six years later, seven months pregnant and he can still soak my panties just by looking at me.

A knock on the hotel room door brings me out of my lustful thoughts, "That must be Aunt McKenna now."

Peyton strolls to the door still giving me that smoldering stare. Thank god my sister got here when she did to take the girls for an overnight with her kids.

"Are you ready girls?" McKenna says as Peyton opens the door for her. "It looks like I got here just in time, the tension is so thick in here you could cut it with a knife." She gives me a smirk.

"It's probably because Bastar is going to get a spanking." Peyton says with a straight face.

"Ugh, not that little bastard again." She throws up her hands. "Let's get out of here before we have to see that." She ushers the girls out of the room as Peyton closes the door behind them.

"By the way you're looking at me, I don't think Bastar is the only one who needs a spanking." Peyton leans down and scoops me up into his arms. I throw Bastar number two over my shoulder and wrap my arms around my husband's neck.

"Why don't you show me what that magical throwing arm can do."

"My pleasure Mrs. Mann."