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Even if that means I’m on the couch, I don’t care. As long as she’s happy and comfortable, that’s all that matters to me.

Both men freeze as I’m mid-bite, confusing me, before Theo clears his throat and rasps, “I’m currently redecorating my place, getting ready for you and Autumn. She’ll still have her own room, but so will we.” My eyes widen at his words as I try to swallow down the burger, grabbing my drink to wash it down. He smirks at my reaction like the jackass he is. He states, “Firecracker, I only allowed you to stay in your apartment because one, you're headstrong, we both know it, so don’t deny; if you weren’t, you wouldn’t still have the shit box car.” I nod, not one bit denying his words, causing Donald to chuckle.

Theo continues, “And two, I want it perfect for my girls. It’s a beautiful log house with a big backyard. I’m installing a mini playground for her and everything. The whole house should be ready in the next few months, and we can move in.”

He locks eyes with Donald, something passing between them, making me furrow my brows. When he looks back toward me, he adds, “And once we move in, we can then discuss getting rid of the shit box.”

I raise a brow at his tone, but he’s not one bit intimidated, which kind of makes me think I need to work on my pissed-off momma look for when Autumn gets older.

“Shit,” Autumn copies, and Theo groans, while Donald laughs along with me. Theo tries to tell her off in the nicest way possible, but fails when she leans forward and smacks a ketchup kiss on his cheek, making me laugh louder.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.

I smile, looking at Theo, who grins at me, his left hand cupping the back of my neck, and bringing my lips to his.

Later that night, with Autumn staying with Uncle Donald, Theo and I finally have time alone as husband and wife.

I moan as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with my own, and I sink down on his member.

“Fuck, you always feel so amazing wrapped around me,” he rasps against my lips, and I run my fingers into his hair, gripping it.

Our mouths mesh again as I move my hips up and down, back and forth, slowly, as his hand runs up my naked back, tangling in my hair, his other going between us.

His thumb finds my clit, moving it in tight circles, making me moan.

My hips move faster, pleasure taking over me.

“I love you, my wife,” he groans against my lips, his hand cupping my jaw.

I smile, replying, “I love you, too, husband,” before kissing him again, our heavy breaths mixing together.

My belly starts to tighten, my orgasm coming, but instead of squealing in pleasure, I squeal in surprise as he moves us quickly, placing my back on the couch, and he chuckles, “I’m not ready for you to come yet, Firecracker.”

He kisses me hard before pulling back, and states, “Remind me to thank my aunt and uncle for having our girl tonight.” I raise a brow at him, and he rasps, “I get to make you fucking scream, Firecracker….”

My heart pounds, a grin taking over, before he slams back inside me over and over again, making me scream at least four times before we pass out.

11

Aurora – Five Months Later

I stroke Brock, Brook’s dad's horse, as Anna takes some blood from him. I’m about a month into my thirty-month internship at Summer’s Vets, and I love it.

I love the animals, helping them, giving them a voice when they can’t, and the cuddles—well, that’s just a bonus.

This is something I’ve had in place for about six months, trying to pass all my exams, and I have to admit, I’m scared I’m going to screw up, but also excited to finally make my daughter and my husband proud.

Working at Summer’s Vets is not what I expected, especially while going to school part-time as well. The work is hard, but some of the people I work with are sweet and kind. The owner, Brook, has been very supportive and has become a good friend. She has made my job so much easier. And don’t get me started on my husband.

God, husband, even after five months, it’s weird to call him that….

He’s probably my biggest supporter, and I fall more and more in love with him every day, if that’s even possible. He centers me and completes me.

I wish I had the bravery to tell him about my past. Emily said it’ll take time, and encourages me every session.

I’m petrified he’ll see my filth. I’m petrified he won’t love Autumn anymore, even though she’s his world. Heck, he got her name tattooed on his forearm, explaining that other children we may have will go underneath her name, and then he got my name near his devil’s tat, over his heart.

“So, when do I get to meet this infamous husband of yours?” Anna asks out of nowhere as she pulls the needle from Brock.