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Tasha had already been found guilty of assault and battery against Kelsey, since the physical and video evidence were handed to the judge as undeniable proof. There was another hearing set for the following month, regarding the extortion of Caleb’s signed dissolution of paternal rights paperwork for money. No one thought Kelsey’s mother would see the outside of a jail cell for a while, especially the investigator I hired to find evidence that she’d done things like this to others. And he had already started compiling mounds of data.
Our lawyer was going to have an easy job; that was for sure.
“So, do you think we should head back inside, since that kind of killed the mood?” Kelsey asked, bringing me back to the moment.
“Only if you promise we won’t leave the bed for at least twenty-four hours when we get home.”
She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck. My lips automatically sought hers out. “If you’re a good boy, maybe we can try that new thing I was reading about.”
I’d become an avid customer at the bookshop in town, buying as many erotic and contemporary romances for Kelsey as we could stack on the shelves of the rental. She liked to try out some of the love scenes herself, which she read aloud to me, and I was always her willing partner.
“I’m looking forward to it,” I whispered, just as Rory popped her head back out through venue’s kitchen door.
“Come on, you two. Sadie’s about to toss the bouquet, and Mom is searching for you, Andrew.”
“Coming, brat!” I shouted back, and then looked at Kelsey. “Good luck,” I whispered to her as we trekked back inside.
“What for?”
“Because I have a feeling you’re going to end up with the bouquet.”
“Oh, well, then maybe I should be saying good luck to you.”
Chuckling, I asked, “Why?”
“Because you’re the one who would have to ask the important question.”
“And you’re telling me you wouldn’t say yes?”
Kelsey shrugged and skipped away.
“Get back here!” I shouted as I chased her through the kitchen, only slowing down when we stepped into the reception and eyes focused on us. I grabbed her hand and tugged her to me, pressing a heated kiss to her mouth.
She melted in my arms just as the event planner called for all the unmarried women to the center of the dance floor. Kelsey began to pull away, but not before I gripped her closer and whispered in her ear, “Twenty-four hours, baby.”
“Looking forward to it,” she replied as she spun, brushed her ass against my cock, waking him instantly, and giggled at my body’s response.
Adjusting myself, I rumbled, “Things will never be boring with you, and I wouldn’t change a single thing.”
She walked off toward the growing crowd, looking over her shoulder and calling back, “I like being your wild one.”
Epilogue – Kelsey
I’d never seen a more perfect view. The wheat beyond our yard swayed in the breeze, the sun rose high in the sky, and my two favorite boys stood beside the flower beds.
I walked toward Andrew as he spoke to our son in a gentle tone. He was pointing out the different flowers and bugs just as a butterfly landed on his arm. The giggle that sounded wasn’t something I’d ever tire of.
“How was little Nash’s nap?” I asked Andrew, as I wrapped my arm around his bare back. My ring sparkled under the sun’s rays. It was an Easterly family heirloom that I was honored to wear, especially after learning that Andrew’s mom and dad had set it aside for him.
“Good,” my husband said as he turned our boy to see me. “He drank an entire bottle and slept for about an hour.” Andrew blushed, and I knew it meant that Nash had slept on his chest instead of in his crib. Even at three months old, he had his dad completely wrapped around his finger. There was nothing my husband wouldn’t do for our baby.
And he was ours. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind. Caleb had never once contacted me, asking about the child he helped bring into this world, even though I sent him a birth announcement. Though there was a chance he never received it. He’d been found with drug paraphernalia in his team locker and had been let go by the Bears during their spring training. I wasn’t sure if they were going to bring him back or if he was out for good, but none of that mattered to me. Andrew was, and would always be, Nash’s father.
“How’s the office coming along? Is it set up the way you want it?”
By pure luck, Andrew and I had leased a spot right across from my favorite yarn store. The large space was perfect for my physical therapy clinic. The high school sports teams had already scheduled time for their players to come in when I opened. Andrew was going to help me get some of the local farms involved with their employees as well. It was the best of both worlds.
As a thoughtful surprise, Andrew had built me an office at our house, but I gently declined. I wasn’t keen on bringing work home, which was exactly what would happen. Instead, he turned the basement into a library, complete with comfy furniture for me to either read on or to test out if the things in the book I was enjoying were physically possible. Three of the walls were now floor-to-ceiling bookcases, while the fourth was taken over by my other favorite hobby, its centerpiece the quilting machine he not-so-secretly ordered that day I went shopping in town.
