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When we get back to my place, I help Jules change clothes, then set her up on the sofa with the remote and strict instructions to take it easy. While I search the internet for recommendations for the best obstetrician in the area, she snoozes. Once she wakes up, I get her to eat crackers and drink a little warm, clear soda. “Google said this might help.”
“Thank you.” She gives me a smile, and relief hits me between the eyes as I watch the color return to her smooth cheeks. “Now we need to talk.”
All my girl says just went out the window. The caveman is ready to do whatever is necessary to protect our family.
I take her soft hand in mine and kiss the back of it. “I fucking love you.” I need her to know where my actions are coming from. “I’ll help Tate replace you.” Placing my finger across her lips, I halt her argument in its tracks. “I’ll even agree to let you talk to him by phone and maybe stop by in person to help out for a few minutes if you aren’t feeling bad.” I see the steam leaking from her bright red ears and ignore it. Gotta love fair-complected redheads. The outward signs of displeasure are very evident. “But you and this baby are the only things that matter to me, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. If I need to make good on my threat to kidnap you, then so be it.”
“Wow. You are the king of cavemen.” She blinks up at me. “But I freaking love you and your overhanded, old-fashioned ways.”
“Good. Cause I’m all yours. Deal with it.” A thought suddenly occurs to me. I almost smack my forehead when I realize that I forgot to tell her the most important part. “As soon as I can get Judge Anderson out here, I’ll give you and our son my name.” I don’t bother asking. At this point, I’m in for a penny, in for a pound. After finding my heart, I plan to spend the rest of my life keeping her happy and safe and pissed the fuck off at my caveman ways. Can't have everything. But she has me... and that's basically the same thing.
EPILOGUE 1
JULES
Five Years Later
"Caveman," I moan, writhing against the shower wall as my orgasm washes through me, setting off a series of detonations in my belly. Lava flows through my veins, unmaking me from the inside out as Dillon growls my name and yanks me down on him, following me over the edge.
I slump against his broad chest, completely spent.
"Fuck, little firecracker," he pants, holding me tight. "I thought I was cleaning you up."
"You started it."
"Those perfect tits started it. They were taunting me."
I laugh quietly. He always says that. We can't ever shower together without it ending in us having sex because he swears my boobs taunt him, or my butt, or some other part of my body. After five years, he's still completely ridiculous. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it though. My husband is more in love with me now than ever, and I feel the same way about him.
Until my stomach turns unexpectedly.
"Put me down!" I cry.
He must hear the panic in my voice because he doesn't argue with me for once. He immediately lifts me off him, setting me on my feet in the middle of the shower. I quickly stumble out, grab a towel from the hook, and make a beeline for the toilet.
"Jules? What the fuck?"
I'm too busy dry heaving to answer him.
A few seconds later, he crouches behind me, wrapping my towel around me. "Poor little firecracker," he says. "Did you get food poisoning? Should I call an ambulance? What can I do?"
What can he do? Is he kidding me right now?
"This is all your fault," I growl at him, and then dry heave again before my stomach finally settles. I sink to my butt on the floor, gasping for breath and glaring at my oblivious husband. This isn't food poisoning. It's his super swimmers.
"My fault?" His brows furrow and then his face pales. "You mean…?"
"You got me pregnant again, Dillon."
"No," he growls, shaking his head. "Fuck no. We agreed I couldn't go through that again."
Even though I feel terrible, I bite my lip to keep from laughing because he looks like he might throw up now. He did not handle my first pregnancy well. When we found out I was having triplets, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. He was beside himself the whole pregnancy.
It drove me crazy and made me love him even more.
We have three beautiful little girls now… and he's even bossier as a result. But no one loves us like he does. Our girls idolize their daddy, and he's wrapped around their little fingers.
"You should have thought of that before you knocked me up then," I murmur. "It's too late now." I smack him on the shoulder. "Help me up."
