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"I'm ready," I say, meaning it with all my heart. For the first time in a long time…I'm ready. We're ready. It's a big step forward.
Noah smiles at me, pulling me into a hug. "I'm proud of you, Dimples," he whispers in my ear. "You're going to love having him here again."
"I am," I whisper, meaning that, too.
"Then move your ass, baby," he says, nipping my throat. "We've got to hit the road if we're going to make it to Dallas for the game."
"It's nine in the morning, Noah."
"Mmhmm. And between you and Owen, we're going to have to stop nine thousand times to pee. So if we don't leave now, we aren't going to make it in time for the game."
He has a point. I do have to pee a lot.
"Let me get my stuff and let Emilia know we're leaving."
"I'll round up the boy." He drops a kiss on my lips and then starts to pull away.
"Hey, Noah?" I place my hand on his arm, halting him.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you," I whisper.
He cocks his head to the side. "For what?"
"For everything."
His expression softens as he pulls me back into his arms. "Thank you for everything too," he murmurs against my lips. "I love you, Dimples."
"I love you too."
Bonus Epilogue
Noah
Five Years Later
"Stop making out with my sister." Nash whips something across the island at me, nailing me right below the ear with it. A coffee stirrer? A straw? Don't know. Don't care.
I hoist my middle finger in the air, flipping him off without ever detaching from my wife's mouth. Aspen giggles against my lips, trying hard to ignore her brother. The fucker hates when I kiss her. You'd think after five years, he'd be used to it by now, but he bitches every time.
It never stops me. I could kiss her all day, every day, and die happy. She's my fucking world. I'd sacrifice everything for her and our babies without hesitation or remorse. I know Nash gets that. He's the same way with his wife and kids. Having them in Texas for the last couple of years has been great.
Aspen is happier than ever, which means I'm happier than ever. There's beauty in simplicity and our life is full of both. It's effortless and easy. I fucking love it.
"Seriously, Noah," Nash growls. "Stop fucking kissing her. We have shit to do."
Aspen kisses me again before reluctantly slipping out of my arms. "You guys should go. I have things to do too."
"What things?"
"I have to go to work for a few hours, and I'm going on a run."
"Uh, since when do you run?" Nash asks, eyeing Aspen like she's crazy.
It's an excellent question. My wife doesn't run. In fact, my wife thinks we were only given the ability to run because things chase us and it should be reserved strictly for those instances. Running for fun or exercise is cruel and unusual punishment as far as she's concerned. She hates it.
"I run," she lies.
