Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Epilogue
Angel
Five years Later
I put the finishing touches on the salad before putting the bowl into the refrigerator to hold over. I don’t know why I try and get these boys to eat their greens. It’s always a struggle and a lost cause even when I cover it in ranch and cheese, but still I try. I think the guilt eats at them sometimes because Lucas talks them into it when I’m not looking.
After all of these years, my husband will still do whatever it takes to make me happy. Even if it’s something as simple as getting our boys to eat their greens. Opening the oven, I check on the lasagna. The boys will be home any minute from soccer practice.
My parents are joining us tonight for dinner. I turn when I hear the back door opening, expecting to hear my boys come barreling down the hallway. A moment later Lucas is there. He’s still wearing his coach's jersey and whistle around his neck. He’s as handsome as ever. Maybe a little more while he’s wearing the uniform.
He walks over to me, picking me up by my ass and setting me on the counter. Before I can ask where our boys are, his mouth is on mine. I let out a moan. No matter how many times this man kisses me he can still take my breath away. Our love has only gotten stronger over the years.
“Where are the boys?” I lick my lips.
“Your parents stopped by at practice. Wanted to take them to get ice cream before dinner.”
“I think you’re supposed to do that after dinner.” I laugh.
“I think that’s what grandparents are for. To spoil dinner and buy their grandchildren toys that drive us insane.”
“I hate that drum set and microphone.” I throw my head back and laugh. Okay. The drum set they got them last Christmas was bittersweet. It is so loud and obnoxious, but I have to admit how adorable it was when they started a band.
“How was practice?” My husband has the patience of a saint. Dealing with fifteen kids that are between four and five years old running around a soccer field is utter chaos. Like with most things, Lucas remains calm and collected through it all. At least that’s what he allows others to see. I’ve learned to read my husband much better over the years. I know that he is enjoying being a dad.
When I’d first told him that I was pregnant he freaked out a little. He tried to hide it. It didn't take me long to realize his worry was over the pregnancy in general. About me having to give birth. It didn’t help that he’d gone and knocked me up with twins. That had only heightened his fear of me giving birth.
“It smells good in here.”
“Lucas.” I wrap my hand around the cord that holds the whistle around his neck. “Don’t change the subject. I know my food smells wonderful.”
“It’s not the only thing that smells wonderful.” He smiles as he tries to steal a kiss. I use my other hand to cover his mouth to stop him but he kisses my palm. He wraps his hand around my wrist as he lowers it. “You trying to get yourself in trouble, Angel? The boys are gone. There’s no one here to hear you scream my name.” My nipples tighten. My whole body lights up with excitement. This man can flip me on like a switch. He knows how to work my body better than I do.
“I always love being in trouble with you, Lucas.” I tilt my head, offering him my mouth. He leans down to kiss me. “After you tell me what you’ve done.” He lets out a huff. I don’t think it’s because he doesn't want to tell me. More like he wants to bend me over the counter and fuck me right this second. I’m sure he was thinking about it the whole way home after my parents took the boys with them.
“You’re losing very valuable fucking time,” I remind him. His eyes widen a bit with desire. He gets a rise out of getting me to talk dirty.
“I asked him not to stare at what’s mine.” He nips at my ear. I giggle because I know that he did not ask Mr. Cooper anything. Lucas has been waiting for his opportunity to confront the man that couldn’t keep his eyes or his comments about me to himself. I knew it was only a matter of time before Lucas lost it. Lucky for Mr. Cooper that my husband has become a more patient man since having our boys.
“He wasn't even staring at me.” I feign innocence. Mr. Cooper is newly single. I am pretty sure his wife kicked him to the curb because of his wandering eyes. He is harmless for the most part. A good dad but a terrible husband. I’m sure Lucas scared the man straight without a drop of blood. Not that he needed a drop to make someone meet whatever maker they believed in.