Page 26 of Wolfish Hunger
The engagement party is a go. Please tell Bianca we'll be there in about 15.
Sammie's eyes go wide as her mouth falls open. "Party?"
"The party was a maybe. If you weren't feeling it, we would go home. But you are, so…"
She laughs brightly, jumping into my arms as I pin her back against the truck to kiss her with my entire body. "I'm always going to give you everything you need, baby. Take care of you. Make sure you're not overwhelmed."
Her bottom lip wobbles as she stares at me, then her eyes soften and her fingers thread into the back of my hair. "I love you. A whole bunch."
"I love you too, baby. Always and forever."
“Yes. Forever."
EPILOGUE
SAMMIE
* Seven Years Later *
“Itisfunny!”
It’s killing me to try to keep a straight face. “It really isn’t.”
“Then why are you laughing behind your hand?”
I give up, giggling out loud as I wave to Kane despairingly. “Your turn.”
My husband’s shoulders are shaking as he turns to our five-year-old son. “Marcus, gentlemen don’t burp at the dinner table. It’s considered rude, not funny.”
Marcus rolls his eyes. “But everyone always laughs.”
“Yeah,” four-year-old Matty chimes in. “Yesterday we had pizza an’ you burped an’ we laughed.”
Marcus turns to his brother, with all the wisdom of a sibling who is an entire year older. “But Mommy wasn’t there.” He looks up at his dad. “Is that it?”
Kane nods emphatically, his lips still quivering as he clears his throat. My giggles are definitely not helping him keep a lid on the laughter. “Okay, it’s funny at guys' nights. If there are no girlsaround, and the other guys are being a bit rowdy, one burp…one…is hilarious.”
“Guys night! Guys night!” Matty cheers, then opens his mouth for an immense burp. Kane and I can’t help ourselves: we fall together, clutching each other as we howl.
The four of us have almost settled down when I turn to Kane, lifting my hand to shield my mouth as I release a miniscule hiccup of a burp. My three men burst out laughing all over again.
“How is that helping?” Kane snorts.
“Please. That was the most ladylike burp ever,” I giggle.
“Ladylike burps, ladylike burps,” Marcus singsongs, before faking little noises while raising his hand like I did. Matty copies him, until the two boys are making all sorts of rude noises while hiding them politely behind their palms.
“We’ve raised animals,” Kane grumbles, grabbing the plates and heading toward the kitchen.
I follow him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Yep. A couple of Wolfes.”
He turns, slowly rubbing my stomach with his palm. “And tomorrow, we’ll find out if this is a Wolfe or a Wolfe-ette.”
I kiss him softly, ignoring the boys’ belching sounds from the dining room. “Let’s hope for at least one girl.”
