Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
“When’s the last time you got laid?” Quinn asked her.
I for sure thought she was going to throw something at him, and I had to bite back a smile.
“Go fuck yourself, Quinn.”
I snickered and gently set the table on the floor in the dining room. Then, I grasped her face in my hands and pressed my lips to hers. “Woman, just go sit down and chill, yeah? Stop fretting so much.” I rubbed my hand over her belly. “It’s not good for the little one.”
Two years later, and she was pregnant again. Four months ago, I’d been freed from everything Damien had left in my hands when he died. And then, Quinn had gotten out of the service three months ago.
Hayley had suggested moving. And when we finally officially decided and began looking two months ago, she’d cried because she was leaving Damien’s grave behind. But I promised her we would still go see him on the anniversary of his death and on his birthday, and she settled.
I’d never make her forget him. I never wanted her to. He had been what brought us together, but she had also loved him so, so fucking much. I knew she still loved him to this day. That love would never fade. All she could do was make room in her heart for me, too.
“Okay,” she grumbled, plopping onto the couch. I grinned at her. Fucking hell, she was adorable.
“Good girl,” I praised.
“I’m a good girl, too, Daddy!” Raine exclaimed from her new room. I snorted. Good girl my ass. That little girl was hell on wheels, just like her brother. While William was basically like looking and interacting with Damien, Raine was like interacting with the version of Hayley that had existed before Damien.
She was a spitfire, complete with the fiery red hair.
But God, I loved her so much.
It would be interesting to see if our little boy was going to be like me, or if he was going to take after his mother, too.
“Yes, you are, pretty girl!” I called as I headed out the door.
“Don’t lie to her,” Quinn deadpanned as he passed me carrying two chairs—which he proceeded to knock into the door jamb.
“Jesus Christ, Quinn!” Hayley exploded.
I snickered. I heard her and Quinn bickering, and it made me smile wider. I was so fucking happy she had him while I was gone. Their bond had strengthened in my absence, and he was basically her bodyguard, if not a self-proclaimed older brother.
But I was glad she had him. She needed people, especially after losing Lacie as she had, and then Damien. Not to mention, he’d helped her heal a lot from all the trauma she’d faced when she was taken from the bar. It’d been a long road to recovery, and she still had a bit to go, but she was getting there.
I poked my head around the corner. “Hey,” I snapped, drawing both their eyes to me, “stop bickering. Quinn, seriously, watch the door jamb.”
“Jesus,” he muttered.
“Coming out your pocket to fix it,” Hayley told him.
He threw his hands up into the air and made like he was walking outside, but then he lunged for Hayley and began to tickle her, making her squeal. I barked out a laugh and hopped up into the truck, moving boxes closer to the end so we didn’t have to walk so far.
While I still wished Damien was here, I was also thankful for everything that I had. I had a job secured working for a construction company, Quinn was a police officer, and my woman got to be a stay-at-home mom, her life not changing more than it already was.
She still sometimes woke up from nightmares, but I was there to help her through each of them. And I never left her alone in the middle of the night ever again.
This was us, and she was my home. And finally—fucking finally—we would get to enjoy our lives together in peace.