Page 38 of The Price of Fame

Epilogue 2

MARKUS HELD HIS TWO MONTH OLD daughter as he watched his sons and nephew tackle their uncles. His life over the last six years had gotten better with each year. His love for his wife grew daily. She had given him two sons and now a daughter.

Kylie became more beautiful with each pregnancy and with each addition to their family she smiled, laughed, and came out of her shell more. The shy quiet woman he knew was no more and in its place was a happy confidant wife and mother.

Markus was in owe of Kylie and all she had done and become. She spoke Greek fluently now, and her artwork was such a success she had waiting lists for people to pay big bucks to be the first to see her finished pieces and put in a bid.

Most of his fans now adored Kylie. His family and Kylie herself, were convinced it was because she’d given him three children in six years, and it was well known that they didn’t have a nanny. Markus was sure it was because they all eventually saw what he did when they looked at Kylie, a loving, sweet, and caring woman, who showed the world that he was her whole universe.

“Alexander and Andreas Markus Pegio if you don’t climb off your uncles back right this minute there will be no desert. No matter what ya-ya says.” Kylie yelled.

His five and almost three year old son got off their uncles quick smart and put on their, ‘I’m too cute and innocent to do anything wrong ever faces’, which, if you didn’t know my kids would have, and had had, people falling over themselves to say that they were good boys, no trouble, and some outright lying and saying they were angels. His boys were beyond adorable. Markus loved his boys, but angels they were not. They were terrors with a capital T and kept Kylie and him alert and on the go, but he wouldn’t change them for the world. They knew though when their mum was serious, she used their middle and last name. His name was given as both their middle name.

Glancing around, he saw his papa sat at the outdoor table and watched mama winked at his boys, so they knew that they’d get their desert because ya-ya was a pushover for her grandkids. Bettina sat watching her son swing off her husband, her belly huge with twins, due any day now. Her smile lit up her face. Markus loved his family.

Kylie came over and wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned down and kissed little Calista’s forehead, before she rose on tip-toes and kissed his cheek. Markus knew, if tomorrow he lost all his fame and fortune, he wouldn’t care one bit, as long as he had the amazing woman wrapped around him and his family surrounding him, he could face anything. He was the luckiest man in the word.

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