EPILOGUE ONE

FINN

ONE YEAR LATER

"Are you sure you want to do this? It's unnecessary." Abby's worried voice sounds above the buzzing of the tattoo machine as Kyle continues working on my latest addition.

"Positive, baby. I want your permanent mark on me." Scrolling script that reads ‘Abby-mine' is going across my heart in an uncharacteristically sentimental gesture. But what can I say? My woman made me soft, and I'm not mad about it.

She bites her bottom lip, eyes following the motions of Kyle's hand. Squeezing the sweaty hand in mine for comfort, I try again to allay her fears. "Don't worry; you're not losing me. This is forever." I stroke the diamond ring on her finger as a reminder.

Three months after her birthday, I proposed to Abby, and we eloped the next month. Our entire relationship has run fast and hot, so we didn't see the wisdom in planning an elaborate wedding months in advance. Now, Abby's officially mine ? tied to me for good.

"I know…" A soft smile loosens some of the tension on her face as she returns the hard squeeze. "I just like to worry."

"Why don't you focus that energy on next month's party?" In honor of her best friend's pregnancy, she'd agreed to host a baby shower at our place. Something I hoped we'd be having for ourselves soon. For all our speed, everyone expected us to get pregnant right away, but we both agreed it'd be nice to relax with just the two of us for the time being.

Though the look in my girl's eyes when talking about the baby stuff lets me know that time is ending. And hell, if I won't enjoy trying to knock her up.

"You're right. There's a lot to prepare." She starts rattling off a list of things to do, and I sink back into my seat ? glad I succeeded in getting her mind off the tattoo. Her sweet voice calms me, and my hand itches to draw her. Again. By now, I've worn out numerous pencils and filled copious notebooks of her ? clothed and nude.

But it's never enough. Never will be because I adore my Abby-mine.

She's my heart. My life.