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Epilogue

Travis

Waking, I automatically curled Violet closer to me. It had been three months since she took a chance on us, and things were going smoothly. There’d been little things that got her back up, or mine, but we worked through them. Together.

“Morning,” I said, kissing her neck.

She stretched. “Morning.” Then she shot up to sitting. “It’s morning. Shit, Travis, you should have woken me. What happens if Izzy comes in and finds me here?” She slipped out of bed quickly and threw on her jeans and tee. No bra I noticed.

Lying flat with my hands behind my head, I asked, “Don’t you think it’s time she knows we’re together? Something I’m sure she’s cottoned on to already.”

She spun my way and glared. I smirked in response. Her hands went to her waist. “She wouldn’t have cottoned on if you’d stop touching me or kissing my neck and cheek around her.”

Chuckling, I climbed out of bed naked. Her hands dropped, her eyes raking over me, and it was fucking amazing to see them heat from looking at me.

I walked around the bed, pulled her into my arms, and told her, “One day soon we’ll have to tell her.”

She nodded, leaning back into me. “We will.”

I kissed her neck. “Let me get some pants on and I’ll see you out.”

“All right, but be quick.” She turned to slap my arse when I moved off. “I love that arse.”

Chuckling, I said, “I know, just like my cock.”

She grinned wide. “This is true.”

Smiling, I went into the walk-in robe, grabbed a pair of jeans, and slipped them on. My ears picked up a certain sound. I strode into the room just as the bedroom door came flying open.

Violet froze, a look of shock on her face as she stared at a beaming Izzy in the doorway.

“You stayed. Yay, now we can start our girls’ day early.” She skipped over to Violet, who still seemed in shock and was frozen to the spot. “Can we do my nails first? Then I’ll do yours, and after that, we can paint that mud stuff all over our faces. We need to cut up cucumber. Bethany told me she does that with her mum, so we need to, too.” She giggled, only to stop and look at me. “Daddy, what’s wrong with Lettie?”

Laughing, I walked over, wound my arms around Violet’s waist, and gently shook her a little. “Nothing, princess. She’s like this every morning without coffee.”

“Ah,” she muttered, like she understood. “Daddy, is Lettie going to sleep in your room every night now?”

Huh, since Violet was in a state of… I was still going with shock, or it could be panic, I told Izzy, “She sure is.”

“Yay. She’ll be like my mummy.”

Violet hiccupped. I rested my chin on her shoulder and caught her bottom lip trembling.

“Oh no, she really needs coffee, Daddy. Looks like she might cry.”

“You could be right, my princess. How about you head down there, grab out the milk and sugar ready for me to make her one.”

“I will.” She smiled. She turned and skipped out of the room singing some song.

“How are you handling it?”

She sniffed and spun so quickly I had to drop my hands and straighten. Her palms planted to my chest and she shoved me. “You told her I was sleeping here every night.”

“Yes.” I nodded, smiling.

Then she covered her face with her hands and burst into tears. I wrapped her up again in my arms. “She didn’t care I was here. She said I’d be like her mummy. She really likes me.”

“No, precious. She loves you, like I do.”

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