Page 142 of Sin Bin Daddies
Epilogue
MADELINE
I sit on the soft,cream-colored couch, our baby girl Marina nestled in my arms, her tiny hands gripping the fabric of my shirt as she feeds.
Asher sits across from me, his gaze fixed on the scene, eyes dark with something I can’t quite place.
I chuckle softly, shaking my head. “It’s not like you’re missing much. She’s just eating.”
Asher shrugs, a small, private smile tugging at his lips. “I like seeing you like this.”
Leo walks over to the crib, swaddling Brook with careful, almost reverent movements. His tenderness makes my heart swell. Meanwhile, Ford hums a soft tune as he rocks Kai, his voice sweet and full of affection.
My men—so wonderfully gentle with our babies—make everything feel surreal. They’re mine, and I’m theirs. Our little family is perfect.
“Alright, guys,” Leo says, his voice warm with excitement as he finishes wrapping Brook in a soft pink blanket. “How about a trip to the beach today?”
I glance up from Marina, a small frown pulling at my lips. “The beach?”
“Yeah,” Leo continues, “the team is playing volleyball. We can make a day of it, soak up some sun, and have fun. We’ll bring the babies, and you can relax while we play.”
It sounds perfect. Everything about this life has been. But there’s always that underlying thought… the wedding.
We’ve been planning it forever. Our official wedding day has already passed. I can’t believe Leo and I have been married for close to two years now.
This wedding is different, though. It will be for all four of us, a celebration, a promise, wrapped in one unforgettable day.
“I think that sounds amazing,” I say, smiling at Leo, the weight of everything easing just a little more. “But we have to get back by the afternoon. Susana is coming by today.”
Susana is our wedding planner.
Leo chuckles, bending down to kiss my forehead. “We’ll head back in plenty of time, babe.”
I shift Marina into a more comfortable position in my arms, a sigh of contentment escaping me. “Alright, then let’s get this beach day started.”
In a flurry of movement, we gather the babies, dressing them in tiny swimsuits. Asher cracks jokes about how our children are already beach bums.
Ford insists on grabbing the diaper bag, checking to make sure we have everything we might need, while Leo grabs the car keys.
I carefully stand, cradling Marina, as Leo opens the door to the car. It’s the one they bought me as a push present—a massive white Range Rover Sport, big enough to fit the whole team. But today, it’s just us. Our family.
I settle into the backseat, the triplets nestled between us. Asher slides in beside me, his arm draped across the back of the seat, leaning in close.
Ford climbs into the front, securing his seatbelt, while Leo starts the engine, his eyes focused ahead as he drives us toward the beach.
I glance out the window, watching as the massive beach house Asher bought for us fades into the distance. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but this place has become home.
Miami isn’t just a vacation spot anymore. It’s where we’ve built our life and it’s where I’m now building my career.
I’ve started working at the Miami Research Institute three days a week, a job Leo helped me secure. It’s not just some filler position; it challenges me, excites me.
I’m developing projects that involve restoration for damaged coral ecosystems and could make a real difference in the marine conservation efforts. It’s everything I’ve wanted, and it’s all because of Leo.
We pass the beach, the salty air filling my lungs, and I can’t help but smile. The ocean stretches out before me, calm and blue.
This place, this life, this family—they’re mine. And they’re everything.
“Here we are,” Leo says, pulling into a parking spot near the volleyball courts. “Let’s have some fun.”
