Extended Epilogue

Wade

I'm standing around the edge of the rink watching Ollie warm up for his training session that's about to begin.

"Am I doing it right, Dad?" Ollie shouts from across the ice, checking he's doing his hamstring stretches correctly. Raising both my thumbs in the air, I confirm he is. My heart fills with pride and I can't help but smile. He takes hockey so seriously and part of me wishes he would try and have more fun on the ice.

"He's faster than you out there." Kali laughs, appearing by my side, stating how awesome our seven-year-old is.

Ollie is talented, with reflexes that scare me. He's insanely accurate when scoring and assisting, and loves hockey more than I do, and that's saying something.

"How are you feeling?" I rest my hand on Kali's swollen belly.

"Tired. She's playing havoc with my sleep." She rests her hand over mine, then yawns. "She's a night owl."

With only two weeks to go, we are expecting our first girl, and I can't deny I'm petrified of what I will be like with my daughter. I'm protective of Ollie and little Dayton, who is now four and the complete opposite of his brother. While Ollie plays a different sport every day after school, Dayton is creative, sings to himself all the time, and loves nothing better than drawing and painting while listening to music.

"Our girl is going to be a party animal," Kali teases, making me groan.

"Not if I have my way. No boys until she's at least eighteen." I tsk at myself. "Our daughter is going to hate me, isn't she?" I groan.

Kali lays her hand on my cheek. "She's going to love you. Just like they do." She points her chin in the direction of our sons and we both burst out laughing when we see Dayton lying face down and licking the ice while Ollie shouts at him, telling him to stop.

"Do you think we took the correct baby home?" I mutter, stepping onto the ice to retrieve my son.

"There's something wrong with him, Dad," Ollie announces so everyone hears.

"He's only four. And remember when you stuck a marble up your nose?"

I lift Dayton into my arms and carry him off the ice to the sound of Ollie's teammate's laughter as they share their own tales. One of them tells Ollie he stuck a stone up his nose, while another tells him he got a raisin stuck up his. I shake my head, smiling, kissing Dayton on the cheek as he wraps his little arm around my neck. "Boys," I say to no one. "Maybe your sister will have more common sense."

"Sister." Dayton squeals in excitement. He's more fascinated by Kali's ever-growing tummy than all of us put together. "Me, a big bruva."

"Yes, you are. Such a big boy."

"She'll be my fwiend."

"Sisters are the best." I wink at him, knowing how much Lola means to me, and a little sadness pours over me for a second, wishing we would have had each other growing up.

While Ollie and Dayton fight like cat and dog most days, there is nothing better than the sound of them giggling while trying to jump as high as they can on the trampoline we have outside.

"Hey, snooki bear." Kali clasps Dayton's cheeks and gives him a kiss, which makes him hold his arms out to move into hers.

"Stay with me, buddy. Mommy is tired today." I pull him back.

"Would you like me to take Dayton?" My dad appears to watch Ollie practice, which he's been doing since his first lesson.

True to his word, and making up for lost time, he never misses any of his games either.

"Gwandpaa." Dayton smiles and wiggles out of my arms and into my dad's.

My kids adore their grandpa.

"I'll take Ollie and Dayton for the night at our house, and you two can have a night off," my dad adds. "Would you like to come for a sleepover at Grandpa and Grandma's house?" He rests Dayton on his hip.

"Wes. Wice cweam?"

Smart kid. It's always about the ice cream.

"That would be incredible." Kali yawns again. "No alarm clock."

We don't need one. We have kids who wake us at half past five every morning instead.

"Thank you, Marcus." Several years on, I can't bring myself to call him dad. It doesn't feel right. Not sure it ever will.

I watch my beautiful wife run her hands through her hair that's still long and dark. Although she's been complaining recently that she's going to have to start coloring the silver roots that started to appear the minute she fell pregnant with our baby girl.

I can't tear my eyes off the love of my life. Each day that passes I remind myself how lucky I am. Captain of the Eagles, two healthy kids with another on the way, and none of which would be possible without my incredibly supportive, loving, phenomenal wife who tells me every day how much she loves me.

She mended my damaged heart and mind and turned me into a complete sappy bastard, but I don't care. I'm here for it. All of it.

"Make the most of the night," Marcus says. "I'll tell Ollie you had an appointment or something."

Ollie won't care. Even though we're here every week for him, when Grandpa and Grandma show up, we're sidelined. They spoil our kids and when they are on babysitting duties, he knows ice cream is on the menu and playtime with Freddie, his cousin, who is his best friend and more like a brother.

"Date night." I slide my hand into Kali's as we leave the rink to head home.

"Sleep." Kali moves closer into my side and squeezes my hand.

"Nah." I smile knowing that's not how tonight will go. Regardless how tired Kali is, when she's pregnant she's permanently horny and has the hots for me every minute of the day. More than usual.

"I hate it when you're right," she says with a laugh.

Kali's back to my front, on our sides, I slide in and out of Kali's wet heat slowly, taking my time, enjoying every touch, kiss, and hip thrust.

I take my time exploring her curves and kiss the skin across her shoulder because there's no rush.

It's just her and I, in the moment, with only the sounds of our pleasure in the house.

Being this close to her does things to my heart that I may never understand. Sometimes it feels like it might explode.

"I love you." I push my cock into her pussy another inch, making her body arch into mine.

She moans in acknowledgment, then whispers, "I love you," as she rocks her pelvis in time with mine.

Running my hand over her swollen belly, I sweep my fingertips down the shape of her waist and her outer thigh. Carefully lifting her leg, I drape it over my thigh to give me better access to her clit that I rub in slow circles.

Pregnancy hormones have heightened all her senses, and I know she'll be coming soon.

Laying her hand over mine, she presses harder, urging me to go faster as she chases her release while she rolls her nipple between her fingers with her other hand.

Kissing the sweet spot behind her ear I know she loves, she lets out a moan that drives me wild with desire and with a couple more strokes, she's calling out my name, coming all over my cock, soaking me in her arousal.

Within seconds I'm right behind her as pleasure washes over me, mumbling words about how much I love her, how I can't get enough of her, and how she's my world.

Because she is.

"I think you just made me pregnant again." Panting and flushed, she twists her neck around to capture her lips with mine.

I smile, pushing the seam of her mouth open with my tongue, and devouring her lips. Although, the thought of having another baby doesn't faze me. I love the crazy, boisterous, noisy life we built together.

Drifting her hand up my neck and to the back of my head, she digs her nails into my scalp, making me grunt as a wave of goosebumps appear across my skin.

Kali's touch has the ability to render me speechless. I can't think straight when she does that.

Ready for round two, I move my hips again and a long moan of appreciation leaves our lungs.

"God, I love being married to a younger man. You have so much stamina," she mumbles against my lips.

I don't think she understands. For me, it's never been about the age difference, it's always been about me wanting her. Even more so, it's always been about what she does to me and how my body craves her in all the best ways possible.

I can't get enough. "Hold on tight, baby. You're in for the wildest night of your life."