Page 139 of Play of Love
Epilogue
Abi
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Two years later…
“Can I have my wife back now, please?” Scott frowned looking down at me as I sunbathed on the beach. I giggled and turned over to acknowledge him. I would never get tired of admiring that perfect physique of his.
Damn, what a masterpiece – tight, taut ripples of ab muscles running down his wide torso, strong athletic legs, his face handsome and beautiful as if it had been chiseled to perfection.
“I’m soaking up some vitamins,” I teased, knowing it would make him crazy. We were on our two-month long honeymoon on the beautiful island of Tahiti. Our love nest was just to our left, a great distance away from the other beach huts. That was Scott and his extravagance.
“Only the best for my Babydoll,” he said, which meant he’d had this part of the island sectioned off just for us. I didn’t even know that could be done, and this part of the island came with the whole beach, a cave, a long boardwalk that led to our hut, and a perfect view of absolutely everything.
“Scott, I’m not going turtle watching with you again.” I shook my head. That was the real answer. “And I’m gathering vitamins from the sun.”
Earlier, he’d had me on a boat for hours waiting for some turtle to surface. It never did and, by the time I managed to get him to go back to land, I was starving.
“The guide said the afternoon may be best. You’re going to love it, baby.” He made a move to pick me up, but I swatted his hands away.
“No. I swear, Scott Emmerson, if you haul me into another boat, I’m going to sit down and eat sweets in front of you.” He was on a special diet in preparation to start training for the upcoming football season. That meant no sweets or bad stuff. He narrowed his eyes and pretended to pout. I started to laugh at him. “Don’t give me trout mouth.”
“Trout?” He shook his head at me. “You’re very mean, Mrs. Emmerson. Okay, how about a walk on the beach?”
I moved over to him and settled against his chest. “Yes. Now that sounds like fun.”
“Come here.” He touched my face and guided me towards his sweet delicious lips that were all mine. As always, his kiss lit up my soul and reminded me how much I meant to him.
Just like he promised. He’d been true to his word and true to me ever since that day at Margo’s wedding. Scott had gone above and beyond to show me he loved me, always reminding me that his goal was to be worthy of asking me to marry him.
I’d never seen anyone work so hard to prove themself. He was like that for over a year, going back and forth between LA and New York, treating me to no end with gifts in abundance and love. After a year, I’d had enough of him exhausting himself to be with me. I’d been cautious of the past but felt that he’d more than done enough, so I moved back to LA to be with him.
While I loved my job in New York, I felt it was too much for him to leave his team, who were like family to him, or to move away from his real family.
I found a job in LA that I loved just as much as the one in New York and, the day he came to ask me to marry him, I said yes before he could make it down to his knee to pop the question.
Happiness and love had surrounded us and filled us with that overwhelming force. He smiled at me as he moved away from my lips and slipped his arm around my waist. I rested my head on his chest and put both my arms around him.
“I love you, Baby doll,” he leaned over and whispered. He took every chance he could get to say that to me.
And I did, too. “I love you, too, Scott.”
We continued walking happily along the beach, enjoying the bliss that came with being together.
