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Wild About You: Epilogue
Four years later
“Everly will be here in an hour,” I yell from the bathroom as I turn on the shower. I smell like baby vomit and dry shampoo.
Two kids under three is no joke.
After Everly got settled in at college, Tyler and I got married and moved into our dream home—Jack’s old house. I can’t believe he held on to it for us. She still has a room here, though she rarely stays anymore except for holidays or an occasional long weekend.
The plan was to wait to have kids and enjoy being together again. But it turns out, we like the chaos.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
Tyler is a great father. No surprise there. No matter how tired he is, he makes time to have tea parties with Charlotte and read to Sofia. They have him absolutely wrapped around his finger, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He comes into the bathroom, pulling off his T-shirt and tossing it in the hamper.
“Good. She owes me years of babysitting for looking after her. You know, I found a gray hair today. That’s definitely from her.” He shakes his head. His hair is still full and thick and not at all gray.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he pushes his pants and boxers down.
“Showering.”
“Oh no. That’s my shower. I want five minutes completely alone.”
He looks down at his dick, which is slowly growing hard. “I thought we could shower together. Both girls are sleeping at the same time. It’s a miracle.”
“Alone,” I say again as I step into the warm spray. “Come back in five minutes.”
He groans but disappears.
I close my eyes and relax as the water soothes me. I think I could fall asleep standing up these days. The girls are a handful. They both got Tyler’s nonstop energy. Our days are filled with sports (Tyler taught Charlotte to skate before she was walking), play dates, and so much love.
I never knew I could love someone so much. All three of them. They are my entire world.
I wash my hair and body, then step out of the shower and grab the baby monitor. I can’t believe they’re still sleeping. It really is a miracle.
I shut off the water, wrap a towel around me, and pad out of our room to the hall bathroom. The door is ajar, and steam billows in the small space. I step into the shower with Tyler.
“Changed your mind, huh?” he asks with a grin.
“I guess I only needed three minutes.” I link my hands around his neck and bring my lips to his.
He takes over quickly, kissing the crap out of me like only he can do. My body has changed since having kids, but Tyler still worships it just the same. I love him a little more for that—especially since his just seems to get better with age. His shoulders are broader, his chest and biceps are more defined. The amount of work he puts in to staying in shape is pretty incredible. Two years ago, he had to sit out for half the season with a lower body injury.
A sedentary Tyler is a grumpy one. Though that’s how Sofia happened, so I’d say his time off was well spent.
A small cry from the baby monitor makes us both freeze. We wait to see if she’ll go back to sleep, but Sofia cries out again, this time much more insistent.
“I’ll get her.” He gives my ass a playful smack before getting out. By the time he’s pulled on his boxers and heading out the door, she’s crying so loudly that I’m not shocked in the least that Charlotte’s sleepy voice calls for me.
Laughing, I get out and dry off, then pull on a robe.
I creep to the girls’ room. Tyler is sitting in a chair with Charlotte on one knee and Sofia curled up on his chest.
“I’ve got them,” he says quietly when he sees me.
Charlotte looks over at me with big, blue-green eyes. “Momma.”
I start in the room, and she gets off his lap and comes to me. I pick her up and Tyler moves over to make room for the both of us to sit next to him.
“And miss out on all this?” I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder and breathing in Sofia’s sweet baby scent. “Not a chance.”