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Olive is the epitome of strength and grace, and I can’t wait for Sage to see such a strong woman as she grows up.

With Liv beside me, we’re going to raise her to be strong and empathetic and loving.

Because Sage isn’t just mine now; she’sours.

Our daughter.

And there is no better mother out there for Sage than my Ballerina.

Epilogue - Olive

Six months later…

“Good morning, Hotshot,” I murmur, brushing my lips over Lane’s. The morning sun peeks in and highlights his strong features, and he’s even more beautiful than usual.

“Good morning, Ballerina,” he smiles, voice still rough as he wakes up.

“Happy birthday, baby.” I kiss him tenderly, and he repositions me, straddling me over his legs as the blankets fall off of us, revealing two bodies that didn’t bother with clothing after their fun last night.

“This is going to be my best birthday yet.” Lane gently brushes my hair behind my ear. “First birthday I’ve had with you by my side.”

“First of many more,” I say. “I got you a great gift. It didn’t really wrap well, though.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

I bite down my smile. “A cane. You know, since you’re an old man and all.”

“Such a fucking brat,” he breathes, pulling my face closer to his. “I’m only thirty-three, Liv.”

“But I’m only twenty-four.”

“Is this the shit I get for falling in love with a younger woman?” he chuckles.

“Yes,” I tease, running my finger up his bare chest, pausing when I reach his newest addition. “I still can’t believe you did that.”

“I told you I was going to,” Lane smirks, slipping his hands down my back and grasping my ass.

“You literally got my bite mark tattooed on your pec, Lane,” I laugh. “That’s not a thing normal people do.”

“Whoever said I was normal?”

“I know you’re not normal. You weren’t even upset about coming home last week.”

The Stars had a great season but ended up losing in the first round of the postseason. They didn’t win a single game in that series against the LA Suns, and while the other guys were devastated by it, Lane couldn’t care less.

“Why would I be upset about getting to enjoy the offseason with my two favorite girls a little bit earlier than expected?” he smiles.

“Because your team lost?” I laugh. “Everyone else is upset about it.”

Lane just shrugs. “I still have plenty to be happy about.”

I drag my hand down his chest until I can wrap it around his already hard length. “I can make you happy right now, too.”

I start scooting backward, and Lane licks his lips. “Birthday blow job?”

“Yes,” I say, running my tongue up the underside of his shaft.

“Fuuuck, baby,” he moans, head falling backward. “Love waking up to this.”

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