Page 41 of Rex's Honor
“Did you hear that, Ma? Your baby boy’s gonna have a little one of his own.” He looped his arm around her waist. “I hope it’s a boy. That way I only have one penis to worry about.”
Tilly laughed. “What are you going to do if it’s a girl.”
“Lock her up and throw away the key.” He nudged Tilly toward the direction of the rest of his family and his friends. He never thought he’d see this day, but now that it was here, he knew this was exactly how his life was supposed to turn out. He reached inside his sport coat. “I have a surprise for you.” He handed her an envelope.
“What’s this?”
“Open it,” he said.
She tore open the edges and glanced at the tickets inside. “Oh my,” she whispered. “You’re taking me to Greece?”
“On a proper honeymoon, since we didn’t get to do that right after we got married.” His mom had hung on for a week and a half after he and Tilly had tied the knot. He’d refused to leave her beside and Tilly hadn’t once asked him to. He loved her even more for that.
“Good thing you like morning sex, because I feel like shit by four in the evening and thus far, chicken and coffee and make me want to stick my head in the sand.”
“We can cancel if you want.”
“Bite your tongue, husband.” She hip checked him. “You’ll just have to adjust your thinking and take me on romantic breakfasts instead of dinners.”
“That can be arranged.”
“Because you understand the word romantic.” She laughed.
“I’m learning.” He pulled her tighter. “Thank you for being you and waiting for me to get my shit together.”
“I could say the same thing right back to you.”
“I love you, Tilly, and I can’t wait to see what gorgeous babies we make.”
EPILOGUE
TWO YEARS LATER…
Rex pushed back the garage door to the home he and Tilly had bought not far from the marina. He’d made the decision to stay with the Aegis Network, and he fulfilled his dream to be an arson investigator with the local fire department. His assignments with the Aegis Network kept him closer to home, especially now that they had little Annabelle Louisa. His heart physically hurt just thinking about leaving her for any length of time.
Being at work during the day was hard enough.
“I hear Daddy,” Tilly cooed.
“Da Da,” Annabelle screamed as she wobbled down the hallway, her hands flapping in the air. At fifteen months, she was an inquisitive ball of energy. Just like her mother.
Being the father of a daughter was going to be the death of him, especially since she already showed signs of beingboycrazy. All she talked about was little Tommy who lived next door.
“How’s my baby girl?” He bent over and scooped her into his arms, brushing away her long blond locks, just like her mother.
“Good.” She cupped his face with her pudgy little hands and pursed her lips. “Mommy had bad day.”
“Oh no, what’s happened?” Tilly had made the decision to create her own foundation to help create safe environments for women and children who suffered abuse. This had been a huge undertaking, but the millions of dollars they had between both families wasn’t doing anyone any good sitting in some stock or bond.
“Mommy sick! She been on sofa and can’t play with me.”
“Then we best get inside and help her out tonight.” He set Annabelle down, who went running off into the family room, bouncing twice off the walls, giggling all the way. She jumped on the couch where Tilly had stretched out her legs.
“Hey, babe, what’s going on?”
“Not dinner,” she said with a weak smile. “I feel like death.”
“I think I can handle cooking tonight. Did you have something in mind?”
