Page 121 of Rainstorm

Together we have done it.

Epilogue

Rose

I love this place. Every time we come here we enjoy it so much. The sea breeze, the salty air, the sun, the sand. It smells like happiness, family and love. There’s nothing quite like it in the whole wide world.

Six years have passed since I decided to ride the wave again with Chase, and they have been the best years of my life.

Many things have changed; we no longer live in Downtown as our family grew and the house became too small for us. We bought a fixer-upper in the North Countyand we’ve gradually been making it our home.

I no longer have time for my crazy DIY projects, instead I leave it to the professionals. About four years ago I left the agency, which according to Oliver, was a disgraceful decision, as he grumbled about how ungrateful I was. But nevertheless, he’s still a very important person in my life and one of my closest friends, as is my business partner Ariel.

We’re still the same goal diggers who used to chat around the table in her old apartment. We still bicker, like the sisters from another mister that we are, and our bakery is still small compared to the big sharks, but nevertheless, it has grown exponentially. A couple of years ago we opened in a second location close to my new home and business is booming.

Although my husband still has routine checkups, his health is excellent. The only thing left from that shocking time is the scar on his back, which serves as a reminder to take nothing in life for granted.

We healed the wounds in our souls with patience and love. With therapy that included kisses, caresses and plenty of naughty times.

Our favorite times.

I come back to reality when I hear them shouting as they return to shore. Well, Chase is carefully holding the board as our treasure is on it. Caleb, our precious son, is about to turn three this October. He looks so much like his father, apart from inheriting my dark hair. He’s a whirlwind, always running from one place to another, always up to some kind of mischief.

“How are my favorite girls doing?” Chase asks, coming to lay beside me. He kisses my forehead while he rubs my swollen belly.

I’m in my second trimester now and it feels as if my belly is growing by the hour, even though my mother says I’m barely showing.

A happy, wet dog barks loudly behind him.

My family. My entire world.

The little one inside my belly kicks to say hello, then a little monster covered in sand invades us. Chase quickly grabs Caleb and throws him in the air.

“Careful with Mom, champ,” he tells him gently as Caleb replies with a squeal.

“Mommy, did you see me?” he asks about his surfing lesson with his father.

Our son is a dolphin, he could be in the water all day long. Chase is already planning to have a pool built in our yard for next summer.

I grab our son to kiss him on his cheeks, but he chuckles as he wipes them off, getting sand everywhere in the process. Then he sits beside us to build a sandcastle, Gaviota running around him, like the guardian she is.

“I hope our son goes to bed early tonight.” Chase nods toward our little thunderbolt.

“Why?” I ask, coyly. “Do you have plans, Mr. Holland?”

“That I do, Mrs. Holland,” he murmurs as he bites my earlobe. “And your services are required.”

A giggle escapes from my lips.

“You’re such a tease. And so tempting.”

“You know what sounds tempting? Pushing you against the wall, running my hands down your back. Lifting your leg, so I can slide my cock deep into your pussy. Putting my lips on your neck, then sucking and kissing it. Whispering into your ear to ask you how you want it. Now that sounds tempting, wouldn’t you say, Mrs. Holland?”

His voice makes me hot.

It makes me wet.

His voice makes me tremble.

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