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"Dad, gross!"
He laughs, the same evil laugh he's been giving us for years.
I shake my head and walk away to go find my girl.
"How the fuck did I get born into this family? I'm the only normal one in the whole fucking bunch."
Zayne hears my complaint. "That's a damn lie!"
"You weren't born into the family," Zion calls, letting me know he heard me too. "Ma found you in an alley and felt sorry for you, so she brought you home. She just didn't know you were an idiot at the time. By the time she realized, it was too late to put you back."
I turn a dirty glare on them. "I hate you both."
"That's not hate, Gideon. That's burning jealousy," Zayne says, deadpan. "You're jealous we're Ma's favorites and you were found in an alley."
Emma and Makenzie laugh.
I hug them both, ignoring my idiot brothers. It's the only way to deal with them. Ignore them. Eventually, they go away…right?
I leave them to introduce Emma to my dad. He met Makenzie at the hospital the other day. And I go in search of my girl.
I find her and Ma huddled together at the table, their heads bent close as they both talk a mile a minute. I stand in the doorway, watching them in silence, a lump in my throat.
For a motherfucker who never wanted this before Kenna, I've never seen anything more beautiful than my future wife arm in arm with my Ma, gossiping like old friends.
Kenna senses me standing there and turns to glance at me over her shoulder. She gives me that fucking smile that makes my knees weak. There isn't a single shadow in her eyes. Not a single trace of the last weeks lingering in their depths. They're clear and bright. And I know in the depths of my soul that she's going to be okay.
Our family—hers, mine, and the one we forge together—will make sure of it.
Epilogue
Kenna
Ten Years Later
"Ma." Cormac stops across my dressing room, a scowl on his fierce little face. "Dad said you can't wear that."
"Your dad doesn't dictate my wardrobe, Cormac," I murmur, rubbing my hand across my stubborn son's head. He's just like his father…only somehow, he's ten times worse. He's a total menace. Bossy. Giant. And always up to no good. He's also always on his dad's side when it comes to me.
No one flirts with me or crosses a line unless they want to answer to my nine-year-old son and then my cranky husband. I love them both so much it's unreal. He's our only baby. My career has been so chaotic since he was born. Bringing another kid into the mix just didn't make sense. Gideon and I are happy with our one.
And God knows, he certainly keeps us busy.
Life is good. Actually, life is a dream come true. For the last ten years, I've lived a fairytale. Not every moment has been perfect. There are always hard decisions and difficult days. John hasn't been the only crazy man we've had to deal with over the years. Others have tried to cross lines. I get sent creepy and inappropriate things more often than anyone should. That's life in the limelight. But my management team handles it. I rarely ever even seen those things.
Gideon does. He makes sure he knows every threat or potential threat aimed my way. He still runs the company with his brothers. But when I'm on tour, I'm his only client. It's been challenging, but it's been worth it too.
I don't tour often. I prefer to stick closer to home with Gideon and Cormac.
My son huffs out a breath, clearly dissatisfied with my answer. "You need to change before I tell Dad."
"Cormac!" I narrow my eyes on him. "You need to mind your business before I ground you."
"Ma!"
"Don't Ma me."
"Fine," he grumbles, stomping out of the dressing room the same way he came in. I shake my head, watching him go. Good grief. Whoever he marries is going to need a spine of steel. He's only nine and he's already bossy as all get out! He's going to be a holy terror when he's older.
