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She growls in my face. “Enough talking, please fuck me.”

“With pleasure,” I say, tossing her onto our bed.

Epilogue 1

Chris

Inever thought I’d end up here, a life without Trixie, but I did. The move to Surrey is what helped. I had support here, family here. I stayed with my grandmother the first few months before using the money from selling my house in Airdrie to buy a place for Lita and me.

Allan, Jess, and their kids all moved out here a few months after I did.

After moving, I saw no reason to keep tabs on what Trixie was up to, but I did hear it through the grapevine, also known as my mother, that Trixie and Preston got married and had a whole brood of children.

I’m happy for her, she deserves all she got.

I still love her, care for her, but not in the way I should have when she was mine.

My mom tried to throw a party for me once she learned my divorce was final, but I didn’t let her. Hell, I’ve officially cut her out of my life altogether. Sending her and my dad Christmas cards only.

A year after I moved, I got a phone call to let me know that Lacey was found dead. Apparently one of the men at the strip club she was working at got too rough and ended up snapping her neck. I say good riddance, but when Lita gets older, I’ll have to find a way to tell her about who her mom was, instead of just letting her figure it out for herself.

Speaking of Lita, she is growing up so much, she just turned twelve, and loves being a big sister to her three other siblings.

I met my new wife at work. She was a customer that brought her SUV in for some work, and we ended up talking and I asked her out. Six years later, we have three children of our own together and she treats Lita like her own. Robyn knows all about my past with Trixie and what I did to her, but as she said, it’s the past.

I love her. The way I should have loved Trixie.

Epilogue 2

Trixie

“Johnathon Timothy, get your ass down here now!” I shout up the stairs at my oldest son. Johnny was our surprise child. Preston and I never once thought about birth control when we got together all those years ago. We apparently conceived him on our first night together.

Our wedding was huge, completely different to my first wedding. Half the town showed up, all the Angels Warriors and their women, my entire family, and all of Preston’s. For once I have the in-laws I wish I had the first time around. They loved me as much as I loved them.

I think that was my favorite part about divorcing Chris, I never again heard from his nasty mother.

Now here I am, yelling at one child, while my other four kids tug at me. I swear I’m about to bring out a can of whoop ass on these heathens.

“Laney, stop untying my shoes. Tommy, stop chewing on the cat’s toy and for the love of god, Johnny, get down here now, we’re going to be late.” My yelling startles the twins in my arms. “Sorry, Willow and Angela, but Johnny is being a butthead right now.”

“Sorry mom, I couldn’t find my math book.”

Getting everyone to school and daycare in the mornings is rough, I swear we’re late every damn day. But honestly, I wouldn’t change it for the world. Preston wants to try for one more child, but I don’t know. I get he wanted to make up for the baby girl I lost, but I have all the love and children I need right now.

I never went back to work once I started popping out the kids, and I think Preston would have had a fit if I had. He likes me home, likes that I’m able to meet him at his work for lunch. But mostly I think he likes it that at any time while he’s on patrol, he can come home for a quickie.

After dropping the Johnny and Laney off to school, Tommy off to preschool, and the twins to Moira at the daycare, I drive to the police station.

“Hey, Trix,” a few officers say as I walk in. I wave them all off and head straight to Preston’s office. I don’t bother knocking. As I step in, I realize he’s on the phone, his eyes narrow on me as I start to lock his door and close his blinds. The second I start stripping out of my clothes, he quickly hangs up.

“What’s all this for?” he asks, coming around his desk, quickly taking his uniform off.

“Just felt horny and needed some attention,” I tell him and I sit on the edge of his desk.

He smirks at me. “Fuck, I love you, woman,” he says as he drops to his knees and starts feasting on my pussy.

I didn’t come back to town planning on finding someone else to love, but I did, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.

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