Page 39 of Taste Of You

Epilogue #1

Five Months After...

“You look beautiful, sweetheart. If only your parents were here to see you. To see how happy and loved Lily is.” Sandy places the last pin on my head, just pulling back the sides while a mass of messy waves flows down my back. Just like Jet loves it.

It complements the strapless mermaid-style dress I chose for today. It’s beautiful and fits me like second skin. A sweet little naughty treat that I hope drives my love to near mania and he tears it off me tonight.

“Thank you,” I whisper, choking up a bit. Not that I haven’t been a mess all day. Weddings do that to you, especially if you’re carrying another person within and keeping it a secret from the man of your dreams.

Because he is. Jet is my everything.

Best friend, lover, and the best father to our little girl—because we might not be her biological parents, but we love her as if we were. Always will.

Lily’s got Jet securely around her pinky, getting into everything and being spoiled like no one’s business. Just like I know the peanut growing within me will be.

It’s been hell keeping it a secret; not even Sandy knows, and I want to keep it that way until I tell him tonight. I plan to worship him, and then share my news. Tell him he’s going to be a daddy once more.

“What’s put that huge grin on your face, Cami? You look about ready to float off the ground with happiness.”

“Because I am.” Looking over at a sleeping Lily, I contemplate how much our lives have changed since the day Jet came for me. How much it’s going to change once more with another child in our lives.

Watching him with Lily is the sweetest thing, and I can’t wait to see him holding the new baby. Rocking him or her, burping, and then making a mess when changing a wet nappy.

“Think we should start waking her up?” My eyes water just thinking of the many ways he dotes on her. Cooks for us. Makes time for a family movie night once a week, in bed, with the ever present juice box and a huge bucket of popcorn between us.

And then when the little one is in bed, he bends me over the nearest surface and fucks me like the possessive beast he is. There isn’t a single night that I don’t go to bed a bit sore and well loved, wearing a litany of love bites that make a trail to his happy place.

“Now. She’ll be a cranky diva without her apple juice and goldfish crackers before then.” Sandy laughs, shaking her head. “Can you imagine her in college and addicted to coffee like Natasha?”

“I can. She’s going to be just like her.” A pang of sadness hits me then, and a tear escapes. They’ll miss so much of mine and Lily’s life. “God help us all.”

“Hey, none of that. No tears. You’re about to get married, and to one hell of a hunk!”

Wiping my cheek, I nod. “Daddy would’ve loved him.”

“And your mother would’ve flirted. That woman was naturally coquettish like you.”

At that, I giggle. It’s so true. Mom was just an oblivious flirt. “Can’t believe it either, Sandy, but he makes me so happy.”

“I know he does. Both of you.” Lifting my veil, she helps me put it in place. Secures it, while I stare at the figure now in my doorway. It’s almost as if he senses I need him.

He dominates the room. Overtakes my senses.

And the hungry look in his eyes isn’t helping me one bit. I want him.

Now. Tomorrow. Always.

Jet licks his lips, his eyes roaming from head to toe. At once, my thighs clench, an action he sees through the tight bodice of my dress. “I’m going to need a minute with the bride, Sandy. Just a quick ten will do.”

To her credit, she only jumps a little. Caught off guard, she drops the handkerchief in her hands, the one she’s been using as she tears up here and there.

Sandy huffs, walking toward Jet with a mock scowl. “Why am I not surprised to see you?”

“Because you know me well enough.” Jet comes into the room and walks over to Lily. He’s dressed in his tux, all black, and classic. Jesus, he’s so handsome.

Scooping her up in his arms, he kisses the top of her head while speaking low—she stirs, stretching with a huge smile on her face. “Is it time?” Her tiny voice filters the room, sleepy eyes peeking up at him.

“Snack time first? Or can you wait?”

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