Page 106 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

Epilogue

Fifteen Months Later

“Oh shit,” I mumbled as Ainslee hurriedly stopped the vehicle and I ran out of the car to puke my guts out on the side of the road.

“Damn it, Eve,” Ainslee complained. “Again?”

I ignored her as I emptied the contents of my stomach. With the last of it gone, I eased up, careful not to move too fast. I grabbed my traveling toothbrush and toothpaste and quickly brushed my teeth, and rinsed with the travel size mouthwash.

I couldn’t wait to get home.

“All good now,” I told her. “Keep on driving.”

“So you are knocked up again,” she mumbled as she drove.

“Why do you assume that?” I asked her, avoiding her question. We were coming back from a book release party under Callen’s publishing company in Edinburgh. “Maybe I am just sick.

“Yes, you are sick because you are knocked up,” she chuckled.

“Please don’t say anything,” I mumbled while taking a sip of water. “I want Lachlan to know first.”

“If he hasn’t figured that out by now,” she retorted. “I’ll have to think my cousin is an idiot.”

I rolled my eyes. Sometimes she was too much.

“Good thing I’m pregnant too,” she added nonchalantly. “We can have babies together.”

My head snapped to her. “What? How long?”

“About three months,” she answered and her smile was glowing.

“Why aren’t you sick?” I asked. I was feeling sick as a dog.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Lucky, I guess.”

“I’m happy for you,” I reached for her hand and squeezed it gently. “And I am thrilled we’ll have our little ones close together. I love that we are family. And Elise is going to spoil them all rotten.”

“True,” we both chuckled.

It was past ten and I regretted we were so late. I would have rather spent the evening with my family at home. Each hour we spent apart made me miss them more. Another ten minutes and she dropped me off in front of McLaren’s castle, mine and Lachlan’s home.

I gave her a peck on the cheek. “Text me when you get home.” As soon as I slammed the car door, she was gone. She couldn't wait to get home to her family.

I made my way up to the bedroom next to ours, and a rush of pride filled me. I slipped into the room that we turned into a nursery, it was cheerful with dainty child sized furniture, baby blue and baby pink colors on each side of the room.

My eyes went to the most magnificent sight in the world. Lachlan, my husband, sat in the rocking chair with our four month old twin bundles of joy sleeping in his arms, a baby boy with dark hair to match his father’s and a baby girl with fire red hair. He looked up meeting my gaze and smiled, my heart fluttered.

I was so happy, I could burst. I loved them all so much.

“There is your mama,” Lachlan murmured to our babies. I reached his side and trailed a finger over my babies’ cheeks and pressed a kiss to both of them.

“How did it go?” he asked.

“It went really well,” I told him as I leaned in to kiss him, a light press of my lips to his. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” he told me softly, love in those beautiful grey eyes of his. He slowly got up and I helped him put our baby boy in his crib while he put our princess in hers.

He came up to me and pulled me close to him. “God, I love you,” he murmured against my lips.

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