Page 158 of Stolen Kiss

Epilogue

Jensen

One Year Later

For once,I was up before the rest of my family.

Both my girls were sound asleep in their bed peacefully, without a worry or a care in the world.

The way I had wanted it for them.

They were my very reason for existing. Had been for a long time now, and they would be for the rest of my time on this earth.

Some days, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have everything I’d ever wanted in the palm of my hand.

Some days, it felt like a dream, and I would eventually wake up and realize this life, with my wife and daughter by my side, was nothing more than that—a dream.

But not today.

Today, I was happy. And content.

Today was also my daughter’s third birthday.

It still amazed me how fast she grew each day. She already felt heavy in my arms. Not too heavy that I didn’t want to carry her, because fuck, I’d carry her in my arms for the rest of my life if she let me.

She had every bit of her mother’s sass. She had her mother’s aura as well. The kind of aura that made you want to be sucked into her orbit.

But she had my looks. And she looked more and more like me the older she got. It made me feel regretful that she didn’t take after her mother more, because I always thought Emilia was the most beautiful woman in the world.

If possible, I wouldn’t mind having another baby or three with Emilia. Surely, out of four babies, one would look like her? They would take after her in attitude and manners too, and they would be absolutely perfect.

But Emilia hadn’t said anything about wanting another baby, and I left the decision of having another child entirely up to her.

After all, she would be the one going through the pregnancy and the labor.

I stood in running shorts on the balcony of our little bungalow that looked out to the blue sea.

The sun had just risen, a silhouette of pink and orange surrounding the sky.

It was a little bit cooler now, which I loved, since the afternoon was predicted to get as high as the upper nineties.

Arms wrapped around me from behind, and I smiled when I felt her move her warm palms up and down my stomach.

The muscles there tightened from the innocent touches from her.

I patted her hand and looked down. Her right hand held her sparkling 18K white gold engagement ring—princess cut.

On her left was a gold wedding band, similar to the one I wore on my left ring finger.

We’d married one month after I proposed to her.

I hadn’t even wanted to wait that long, but Emilia had to get everything sorted with her family, mainly telling them about Elodie.

I never really worried about how they would react to news of Elodie, mainly because I had been there when they found out about Elliot being Evelyn’s son, and they had accepted him into their fold without question.

And that was what they had done with Elodie, giving her a grandpa to spoil her rotten, and an uncle who would do anything for her.

My little girl was lucky.

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