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Which is why there’s only one answer I can give him.

“Yes,” I tell him, throwing my arms around his neck. “I’ll marry you and continue to write this romance with you.”

Shane captures my mouth with his and kisses me with such passion that I feel it throughout my entire body.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead on mine and says, “Thank you, Sour Patch. You have no idea how happy you just made me.”

“Yes, I do,” I tell him. “Because you make me just as happy every day.”

Shane came into my life when I wasn’t in a place to let love in. But little by little, with every appointment, he chipped away at the wall guarding my heart, until it was exposed and vulnerable and ready to love once again. And now, I’ll spend the rest of my life loving him—for however long that might be.

EPILOGUE

Shane

A Little over a Year Later

“Well,this might just be the perfect way to wake up,” Kinsley rasps, still half asleep.

I glance up at my wife with her sleepy eyes, messy hair, and makeup-free face and think, not for the first time, how lucky I am that she not only fell in love with me, but also agreed to spend her life with me.

I go back to licking her clit, knowing the perfect spot to focus on that will send her over the edge, and sure enough, less than thirty seconds later, she’s moaning my name as she comes all over my fingers and tongue.

I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath before I’m pulling my cock out and entering her in one solid movement.

“Shane,” she gasps as I fill her. “Condom.”

“Don’t want to,” I grunt, caging her in and kissing her the way I’m fucking her—hard and deep.

“Oh God, Shane, I’m close,” Kinsley groans.

“Tell me I can come in you,” I say, continuing to fuck her raw.

Sure, I might sound like a damn caveman, but in my defense, I’m addicted to my wife, and it doesn’t matter how much time I spend with her, how many times I make love to her. I can’t get enough. If it wasn’t for the eight-month-old and eighteen-year-old in the rooms upstairs, I’d probably live inside her. And I have every intention of getting her pregnant a couple of more times if she’ll allow it.

Her eyes pop open, and she stares at me for several seconds, knowing what that means. Without protection, there’s a chance she can get pregnant. We’ve been using condoms since our son was born, but we’ve talked about starting to try again. And right now, I’m straight-up telling her I want to start. If she tells me to pull out, I will. My wife calls the shots, but I’m really hoping she’s going to give me the green light.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Come in me, Shane.”

My mouth connects with hers, and Kinsley lets go, her pussy tightening around my shaft like a vise and pulling every drop of cum out of me, no doubt coating her inner walls. The thought of getting her pregnant has my cock staying semi-hard.

“I can’t believe you,” she says once she’s come down from her orgasm high. “Is this because of what today is?”

“No,” I scoff, but she glares, knowing I’m full of shit. “You said okay,” I point out.

“Only because my logic was replaced by my need to come!” She playfully smacks my chest. “Admit it. Your baby girl is leaving for college, and you’re freaking out, so you’re trying to fill the damn house with more babies.”

Because I can’t argue her logic, I simply shrug, and she cracks up laughing.

“Hey,” she says, pulling my face down to hers. “You want to have another baby? You already know I’m fine with that. But you can’t replace Taylor, and she’s not leaving us for good. She’s going to college a few hours away. She’ll visit. We’ll visit. It will be fine.”

“I know,” I say, nuzzling my face into her neck so I can inhale her scent for a few seconds.

There’s just something calming about my wife. Her smell, her touch, the way she’s so damn sour on the outside but sweet on the inside. I can’t get enough.

After I’ve gotten my fill of her, I look up at her, knowing she’ll get it because she’s not just my wife and mother of my child—she’s my best friend.

“I woke up this morning, and it hit me that she’s about to be gone, and I love our chaotic house. It’s full of love and laughter, and, fuck, Kins, Colton is almost one already. Soon enough, he’ll be going to kindergarten, and then he’ll be off to college, and it’ll just be me and you and—oh fuck! Becky’s already ten years old. Who knows how long she’s got left?”

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