Page 85 of My Downfall

“Perfect for each other.”

Yeah we are.

What started out as something that could have ruined us both has turned into the life I could only dream of.

The life I now get to live every day with a man who worships me. A man I’m lucky enough to call my husband.

A man who’s as much mine as I am his.

Epilogue

Hudson

Five years later

“Where’s Mommy?”

“She’s out with your Aunties,” I say for the hundredth time today as my son asks, yet again, for the woman we all love more than anything else.

Sometimes it still takes me by surprise that I’m a proud husband and father to two beautiful children. My son is very nearlyfour and is just like me, and my two-year-old daughter is the spitting image of Mia and has me wrapped around her little finger, just like her mother does.

Once a month the girls get together and do a bottomless brunch. It’s the one event that us guys and the kids are not allowed at. They don’t go silly with the drink, but they certainly let their hair down. They deserve it, though, each one of our wives is a strong working woman. We’re damn lucky to have them.

My girl absolutely smashed her MBA, coming out as the top student in her class and landing a job at a high-flying finance company. The first few years were a struggle, managing our careers and a newborn, but we made it work and I wouldn’t change a thing.

I’m now President of the very college where I met and married one of my students.

“When’s she coming home?”

“Any minute now, buddy.”

The front door clicks and our heads whip toward the sound. A few seconds later and the woman who still makes my heart beat faster every time I see her walks toward us.

“Mommy!”

“Mama!!”

“Hey, baby girl,” I rasp as she gives each of our children a kiss before making her way over to me.

“Hey, Daddy,” she murmurs with a glint in her eye that promises me all sorts of fun later. My wife might still be the brat she was when we first met outside of the bedroom, but she willingly drops to her knees and obeys me in the bedroom now…well, most of the time.

“How was today?”

“Perfect.” She smiles up at me dreamily.

Yeah, you are.

***

We’re lying in bed after a round of passionate sex. Something that, despite our two children, we still manage to do every day. Sometimes several times a day.

“Give me one more, baby girl.”

“Hudson, I’ve already come three times. How are you ready to go again? You’ve only just come.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” My hands come round to cup her stomach. “I want another child.” It’s something I’ve been thinking about for the last couple of months.

“You want another one?”