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“Turns out, they did. I’ve got a copy right here.” The sheriff takes the paper and looks it over.
“If she’s at the Carmichael’s, why are we still standing here?” I ask impatiently.
“We’re going,” Leif says.
I hand Zeb to Ava and follow the men out of the house. We pile into cars and head over to the Carmichael place. It’s a tiny two-bedroom bungalow that doesn’t really go with the other houses on the street.
Reaching the front door, I find it slightly ajar, so I push it open the rest of the way. In the living room, I see Penny tied to a chair. Just as I start to move for her, Jasmine comes into view, with a gun in her hand.
Without thinking, I lunge for her as the gun goes off, and nothing else matters anymore.
Epilogue
Penny
Three Months Later
Standing outside of the nursery door, I find myself reflecting on the last three months with a sense of sadness and gratitude. That day, three months ago, when Jasmine decided to make me pay for something I had nothing to do with, except for in her mind, my life changed in an instant, but it could have been worse. I stared down the barrel of that gun, sure that I would never get to hold the babies that were inside of me and see my husband and son again. I went over every scenario in my head for how it was going to end. The only option I didn’t consider was my husband finding me at the exact moment she was about to kill me and jumping in front of the bullet, sacrificing his own life. When the gun went off, and Jace jumped in front of me, I watched in horror as he fell to the ground, blood oozing from his chest as my screams wrenched the air from the room.
I watched as Leif shot and killed Jasmine. I watched her body fall, lifeless and covered in blood, to the floor beside my unmoving husband, and I cried and screamed for someone to help me. The moments after I was untied were chaotic. I waived off the paramedics when I realized the blood on my dress was from my writs. Then sitting in the back of the ambulance with him, as the EMTs performed CPR to bring him back, was the scariest and hardest thing I have ever had to do. I cried, prayed, and begged him to come back to me. To us.
Surrounded by family, I waited with bated breath, exhausted and numb, for the surgery to remove the bullet from his chest to be complete so I could hear them tell me he would be fine. Turns out, all of the stress and worry wasn’t good for the baby. Five hours after everything transpired, and twenty minutes before his surgery was over, I went into labor. I found myself in the delivery room alone, refusing to push because all I could think of was my husband. When the surgeon came into the room and told me he would be fine, I found my strength.
Now, here I am watching as my husband, my savior, my king, rocks our three-month-old daughter Heidi and son Steig, back to sleep, and I can’t help but feel...overwhelming love. Yes, another daughter and a son. Seems the docs were wrong this time around. “Baby, why are you awake?” he asks, turning around to face me.
“You weren’t in bed beside me,” I tell him, walking further into the room. “Why didn’t you wake me?” I am still a bit wary about him doing too much even though the docs say he is perfectly fine.
“They aren't hungry. Just needed their diapers changed and some time with daddy.” He continues to rock and kiss them, and my heart melts. Walking over to them, I kiss their heads before leaning against him. “Mmmm. You smell ready, baby.” His hooded eyes sear into my skin, and my pussy begins to juice. “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I answer, shivering at the mere mention of him being inside of me.
“It’s time to breed you again, baby. You threw me a curveball with this beauty. You owe me another son.” Why is he so damn sexy? “Let me put them down. You, go lay down and spread your legs.”
Absentmindedly, I do as he says, my nipples already extended and hard. Everything around me is buzzing with anticipation. Removing my sleep shirt, I lay in the middle of the bed, legs spread, breathing rapidly and shallow. “Jesus, you are beautiful.” I watch as he drops his sweats and grips his cock. My eyes travel to the scar on his chest, and mine expands, remembering and giving thanks for this second chance.
