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“Right.” We all roll our eyes.
“I think you need to give yourself a chance to find out if there’s more there. He could be your soulmate.”
“I don’t believe in soulmates.” But I can see the sadness in her eyes.
“But you want to. I didn’t either. I never thought I’d find a man like Vic. And I never would have guessed he’d want me. I mean…look at the man. He’s a walking dream. And he wants me? He must be crazy.”
“Crazy about you. And don’t sell yourself short, babe. I think he got the better part of that deal.”
“I know I did,” he growls behind me and I feel the hair on my nape lift, shivers dancing across my skin.
He pulls me over and settles me in his arms and all the bad things that could and have happened to me fade to nothing.
If winning this man is my reward, it’s all worth it. Every last damn bit of it.
Epilogue One: Azalea
“Will you sit still, Vic? I can’t keep redoing that same muscle!” I grumble loudly, frustrated.
He growls, “How the hell did you talk me into this? I don’t want you to paint me, baby. I mean, I love you but I don’t want to have to see me naked in your art shows.”
I bristle, eyeing him angrily. “You think I’m putting this in an art show? This is for me, you idiot!”
He flashes me a grin. “Well, most women would just want a wallet size that they bought. They wouldn’t paint a life-size portrait of their husband.”
“Well, this is special. I wanted to immortalize this moment for all time.”
He scowls at me. “Why the hell would you need to remember this moment?”
“I went to the doctor yesterday. They told me that I’m pregnant and we’re four months along already.”
He jumps to his feet. His very bare feet. And bare everything. I grunt when he grabs me and kisses me desperately.
“We’re having a baby?” His dark eyes are awash with tears and excitement. I grin when I see my softie husband almost crying.
“Yep!”
“Is it a boy or a girl?” He drops to his knees and caresses my belly, then kisses it reverently, softly. My insides melt to goo. Damn, that’s fucking sexy. And sweet.
“Does it matter?” I ask. He shakes his head immediately, his eyes lifting to watch me intently.
“No. It doesn’t matter at all.”
“I can’t wait to tell them how their big, grumpy daddy almost cried when I told him,” I laugh.
His eyes widen and he stares at me, appalled. “No way in hell can you tell our child one thing about this moment!”
I squint at him. “Why not?”
“We are not telling our child that his mother painted a naked portrait of his daddy to remember telling me that she was pregnant. No way, no how!”
“You think it’s a boy?” I ask, smirking.
“I don’t care what it is. Really. But you cannot tell whatever we have, son or daughter that there is a naked picture of me where you break the news to me.”
I laugh and hug him, feeling his dick harden against my belly. “Alright. Promise. We’ll come up with a better story by the time they’re old enough to ask.”
He nods, relieved. Then he shifts and a wicked smirk tilts his firm lips. I feel his cock jerk against me and gasp.
