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His heart had stopped the moment he’d seen that asshole in Brook’s doorway. He couldn’t even think about what the fucker might have done to her if he hadn’t got there when he did. Storm hoped he was in a jail cell getting his ass kicked already because the fucker deserved way more than what Storm gave him. If Brook hadn’t been there, he might have killed the guy, but Storm didn’t want to traumatize his Little girl more than she already was.

“Baby,” he said gently.

She looked up at him, her eyes still slightly puffy from all her crying. When she gave him a soft, sweet smile, he melted. One day, he was going to marry her. He didn’t need a year or more to know that. They belonged together, and that was all there was to it.

“Move in with me when I get the keys to the house.”

Asking was probably the right thing to do, but Storm had never been one to ask. If he wanted something, he got it. Although if it came down to it, he’d get on his knees and fucking beg Brook to live with him in his new house. Their newhome.

When she didn’t say anything right away, his chest tightened.Fuck.

Then a smile spread over her face, and she reached up to run her fingers over the scruff of his beard. “Okay.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Yeah?”

“Are you sure you want someone around all the time? Didn’t you want to buy the house so you could get some quiet time?”

“I think the real reason I bought the house was that it was too fucking painful to see my friends find the love of their lives and I was alone. I didn’t realize I was lonely until I met you. You’re it for me, sunshine. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

As much as he had enjoyed his alone time, he loved being around Brook even more. She was the sunshine he needed.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s do it.”

EPILOGUE

BROOK

Seven weeks later…

“No running, sunshine!”

Whoops.

One would think she’d have learned by now. In the past six weeks, she’d gotten in trouble more times than she could count for running through the house. It was just so easy to do. The wide hallways and open living room gave Brook all the space she could possibly want to run, skip, and hop through the beautiful hardwood-floored home.

“Sorry, Daddy!” she called back as she skidded to a halt in front of the front door.

After a quick check through the peephole, which she’d also learned a hard lesson about using, she swung the door open to reveal some of her very best friends. Their Daddies lingered behind them, looking lovingly at their Little girls. It was thesame way Storm looked at her. As if she was his entire world and the best thing to ever happen to him.

“Brook!” Carlee squealed at the same time as Brook screamed hers.

Carlee, Eden, Remi, Harper, and Brook shared a group hug before she invited everyone inside.

She and Storm had been living together since he’d gotten the keys six weeks ago, and tonight they were hosting their first BBQ.

“I can’t believe how beautiful this place is,” Remi commented. “Are you sure Storm picked it out himself?”

Storm scoffed as he strode into the entryway, though an easy smile played at his lips. The man was still grumpy and growly, one of the things Brook loved so much, about him but he was smiling more and more with each passing day.

“I have excellent taste, brat,” he told Remi, keeping his eyes fixed on Brook.

Remi stuck her tongue out at him and giggled, getting a swat from Kade behind her.

“What happens to Little girls who stick their tongue out?” Kade asked her.

The way Remi’s cheeks turned bright pink was adorable, and Brook had to cover her mouth with her hand to hide the grin spreading across her face. She’d never get tired of the playful banter between the Daddies and the Littles. Of course, in her opinion, the Littles were much better at it.

“Can I show them my playroom, Daddy?” Brook asked Storm.

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