Page 27 of You're Mine

“But the moment Malcolm brought you to my house, I couldn’t stop watching you. I was drawn to you. When he told me he was looking for men to marry you off to, I couldn’t stand it.” He pulled her in close, banding his arms around her. She stared into his possessive eyes, and George didn’t disappoint. “You’re mine,” he said.

“I’m yours.”

“Don’t forget it.”

This time, she slid her hands down toward his ass, in the same way he held onto her. She gave his ass a squeeze and nearly burst out laughing. “And you’re mine?”

“Always, Anna-Beth.”

The moment his lips touched hers, Anna-Beth knew she was no longer dreaming. This was real, so very real.

This was her life, and she loved every second of it.

Epilogue

Ten Years Later

“I’m not letting her date,” George said.

“She’s ten,” Anna-Beth said.

“I don’t care if she’s fifteen or eighteen, or twenty-one, I know how to shoot. I’m going to buy a gun.”

He loved hearing Anna-Beth’s laugh, but not at a moment like this.

“Tania is not dating the Cooper boy. They’re friends, honey, and besides, that boy idolizes you. He wouldn’t do anything to upset you.” Anna-Beth put her book down and crawled across the bed to wrap her arms around him.

George needed it. None of the books even began to talk about what it was like to be a father to ten-year-olds, or soon-to-be teenage girls. He’d been a teenage boy, he knew what kind of assholes his daughter faced, and they were not fun, happy ones. They were horny, only after one thing.

“Do you think I could talk to his parents?” George asked.

“You’re not going to do anything of the sort. Remember when Tania was first born, and you held her in your arms, and you said, ‘please don’t turn me into one of those dads that are not cool’?”

“I remember, but I am cool.”

“I know you’re the cool dad, but you’re panicking. You’re going to embarrass Tania tomorrow, and it is her birthday, and you promised her this party. She’s ten, and one day you’ll get to worry and be the overprotective dad, baby.”

George sighed and turned to look at his wife.

He pushed some of her hair off her face and he nodded. “You’re right.”

Ten years together. He knew some of the press had only counted on them lasting a few months. They also had five children, and a sixth on the way. There were a lot of records he and his wife had broken.

She had turned the small division of his company into a giant asset. For their tenth wedding anniversary, he’d been about to divide that part of the company and put it into Anna-Beth’s name. She didn’t want that. In fact, she wanted things to remain the way they were, but the investment to go back to the companies that had hit hard times.

Anna-Beth cared about the people she invested in. George had lost count of the number of dinners, barbeques, and gatherings he’d attended. She always knew so much about people.

Her relationship with her family never got better. She and Malcolm talked, but again, his friendship with the man fizzled out. Malcolm wanted to remain the party animal, while George had settled down.

He loved being Anna-Beth’s husband. Loved being the father of her children, and absolutely loved the life they had built together.

“I love you,” he said.

“And I love you too.”

“What are you doing the next fifty years?” he asked.

“Being your adoring wife, and the mother of your children.”

“Great answer.”

The End

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