Page 125 of The Attraction File

EPILOGUE

Edgar

5 Years Later

Love was the key for life.

But it wasn’t my heart that made me realize how wonderful and awe-inspiring love could be, it was my mind.

My heart pumped the blood that enriched my mind to clearly see how lucky I was to find someone that challenged me, fought me, made me laugh, and with only a twinkle in her eyes gave me the most pleasure I could imagine.

I was willing to use my body to protect her and in turn, she used her body to create the best of us, our daughter.

“How is Lam? Is she almost ready?” Evaleen’s back was to me as she put the final touches using our bathroom mirror for the special night.

“Almost, but I think there’s time until . . .” My words trailed off as I placed my hand on my wife’s firm ass. It was a daily ritual. I felt my day was not complete unless I fondled her cheeks. Maybe even slapped them a few times.

She turned to face me, putting down her mascara wand on the marble counter. “Edgar, please remove your Thor hand from my ass. I need to finish getting ready before the villain shows up.”

I placed my hands on either side of her, pinning her back against the counter. “You know what this outfit does to me. It’s like you only break it out to taunt me. Forcing me to act like I don’t want to drag you to bed in ancient Nordic fashion and have my way with you. To make babies number four and five.”

She dug her finger into my chest. Luckily the hard-plastic vest protected me from her fierce pointing ability. “First thing, that isn’t medically possible. Secondly, don’t you even joke about that Edgar. We are already having twins. Don’t jinx it and make it more than that.”

Evaleen was pregnant again and just entered her second trimester. When the doctor realized we were having twins, I had to console Evaleen for days. I was ecstatic but she kept looking at her boobs and mumbling “they won’t ever be the same again.” She eventually understood how lucky we were. But then the doctor told her she might be put on some form of bed rest toward the end of her pregnancy and she lost it again.

Evaleen pushed me away and turned back to the counter. “I can handle three kids. I’ve done enough research to understand that three won’t kill me. At least, I hope.”

“Humankind has survived for over one hundred thousand years raising more than one child at a time. I am sure this won’t kill you. Besides, Tiffany said David would love to babysit. That boy loves kids. I wouldn’t be surprised if he became a teacher one day.”

She nodded but frowned as she tugged at her top. “I don’t know if I can pull this off. I should have gotten something new at the store. My belly is too big for this.”

I reached around and placed my hand over her small baby bump. “It just makes your costume sexier.”

“It’s the original 1970s Wonder Woman, not the more recent movie version. Though I did love the movie.”

“Well, I love this version standing in front of me.” I brushed dark strands of her wig aside and began to nibble on her neck.

She groaned giving me the first sign that she was becoming too weak to resist my kissing power.

“Mom! I need help.” We heard little Lucy yell from her bedroom.

I stepped back to let Evaleen out but called after her, “You may have escaped me this time, princess, but know my hammer is waiting.” I gave a guttural evil villain laugh but Evaleen just shook her head as she walked away.

Turning to the mirror, I puffed out my chest and pushed the plastic Thor vest down as it rose up my neck. Lifting my arms, I made fists. “Yup, still got it.”

I thought back to the years I spent running around with all those women, keeping my distance from Evaleen, and cringed at my foolishness. My brother was right, finding someone to love was better than any hot one-night stand I could have had.

All the sleepless nights I’ve had with little Lucy, and my body becoming some sort of petri dish to every type of flu in existence thanks to daycare and school. Even with all that, I felt like the happiest and luckiest man in the world.

My brother had understood for all those years and tried to tell me, but I wouldn’t listen. Now, I don’t just listen as his partner at Mimir but also as his brother. I understand the true importance of family.

“Dad! I need help,” Lucy barked again.

I knew what the problem was and hoped that for once she would accept one person’s opinion.

Making my way down the hall, I walked into my little girl’s room. Her oak loft style bed had a green vinyl tent curved over the top. Butterflies, stars, and rocket stickers lined the wall around her bed. In the middle of the floor was a green circle rug that both my wife and my daughter stood on glaring at each other.

One of the traits my daughter got from her mother, the stubborn determination.

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