Page 50 of Keegan's Promise

I whimper his name, sinking down onto him with my eyes locked with his. There’s a certain intimacy in this position that I instantly love. I feel closer to him than ever with our arms tangled around one another, breathing the same sliver of air.

“Fuck,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine as he bottoms out inside me, stretching me wide. “You feel so goddamn good, Landry. Every time I’m inside you, it feels like coming home.”

“Because you are home, Keegan. And so am I.”

It doesn’t matter where we are—whether we’re at our place, the clubhouse, a hotel states away, or a fairytale cabin in the woods. When we’re together, with him so deep I can’t catch a breath, we’re home. This is where we belong. It’s what we were made for.

He groans, rocking into me in slow pulses as he claims my lips in a deep kiss. I cling to him, rock with him…get lost in him. Pleasure spirals higher and then higher still. The past doesn’t matter. What happened today no longer intrudes. It’s just us again, moving against one another until we’re a mess of broken cries and trembling gasps. Until every last piece of both of us is stitched back together, recast and remade right here in this bed.

We fall together, trembling, shaking…and whole. Safe and together because of the promises he kept and the future I fought for, even when I didn’t know I was fighting.

“I love you,” he pants against my lips as we come down together. “For the rest of my life.”

He means it the same way I do when I repeat the vow, with every stitched-together, perfect piece.

Epilogue

Keegan

TwoYearsLater

“Keegan,” Landry whispers, running her hand up my arm. I groan and roll toward her, intent on wrapping her up in my arms and cuddling the fuck out of her until Lily starts screaming for us to “wate up” like she does every morning.

I think those are her favorite two words.

They definitely aren’t mine at sunrise, but our baby girl does not believe in sleeping in. She slept like a rock through most nights when she was a baby. And we’re paying for it now. She wants to go, go, go as soon as her little eyes open.

“You have to wake up. My water broke.”

My eyes pop open, my heart thumping against my ribcage. I find Landry standing beside the bed, fully dressed, smiling down at me.

“What?”

“My water broke,” she says. “It’s time to go.”

“Fuck.” I sit bolt upright, a current of emotion running through me that brings tears to my eyes. She’s in labor with our baby boy. “I’ll get dressed and go grab Lily.”

“I’ll get Lily. You get dressed.”

I narrow my eyes on her. “You’re in labor, sweetness. You shouldn’t be doing anything.”

“I’m fine, Keegan.” She touches my cheek, smiling sweetly. “The contractions are still far enough apart. We have time.”

“You should have woken me up,” I grumble. It’s my job to take care of her, to make sure she doesn’t go through a single minute of this pregnancy alone. And she hasn’t. This time, I’ve been there every step of the way. I’ve been there for every appointment, every late-night craving, every emotion she’s gone through.

I thought seeing her grow with my baby would be the best thing in the world. I was wrong about that. The best part has been seeing her flourish as she’s grown with my baby. I’m in awe of her strength and the way she makes it look so goddamn effortless.

I didn’t think it was possible to love her more than I already did, but I learn every day that my heart is infinite when it comes to her. I fall deeper, find a new reason to love her harder, every fucking day.

This woman and Lily have been my world. And today, my world grows by one. A little boy. I already know he’ll be just as perfect as his big sister.

He was worth the wait.

After everything, we decided not to have another baby right away. Landry needed time to enjoy being a mom to Lily without looking over her shoulder. We needed time to heal and grow and simply be together in a way we’d never been able to do before, without fear or worry hanging over our heads.

But the day she told me she was pregnant? One of the best days of my life. And today will be another, one more priceless, perfect day I’ll never forget. And one she won’t forget either.

She won’t be alone this time. She won’t be afraid. She doesn’t have to give birth, praying to hang onto our baby. No one will ever put her through that shit again.

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