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“Of course, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I never thought I’d need to be with someone before I met you. The idea of getting married and having kids seemed like something that I could live without. When I met you, that all changed,” he says, brushing my hair behind my ear. “When I met you, I knew there was something unique about you. As I’ve gotten to know you every day, it’s become undeniable. I need you to be mine forever.”

I could scream with pure joy right now, but I’d hate to disturb everybody around us. Instead, I wrap my arms around Saint’s neck and hold him close to me. This is all I’ve ever dreamed of, and now I get to have it all at once.

Everything’s come so naturally with Saint that I couldn’t have it any other way. He’s all I’ve ever needed in a partner, and I can’t wait to see what our future holds as we fall more in love every day. I know he’ll love me and protect me better than anyone else ever could. The circumstances of our meeting are so extraordinary that there couldn’t have been another outcome for us. We were meant to be together, and I wish I could have met him even sooner.

“So, I guess I’ll have to move all my stuff into your house after all, huh?” I say, a single tear escaping from my left eye as I finally let go. All of these emotions deserve to be experienced to the fullest.

“Yeah, I’d say so. And we should probably start planning that wedding as soon as possible. It’d be a shame to have to care for a baby during something so important,” he replies. “I knew since the first night we spent together that I needed you in my life, but I was too scared to show it. I didn’t want my lifestyle to make you feel threatened.”

I laugh out loud. “I mean, the whole first night we spent together was threatening, and then your worst enemy showed up at my house with a knife to kill me. If I still want to be with you after all that, I think we’ll be okay.”

He hugs me again, this time not as hard. “I can’t wait to spend every Christmas with you for the rest of my life.”

I lift my head to kiss him, suspending the kiss as long as I can.

“That’s all I could have asked for.”

EPILOGUE

Holly

I’ve been so stressed with planning for Christmas that I’ve practically forgotten how to function. I’ve spent the last week and a half making sure that everything will be perfect for when my family comes to visit, and I feel like I’ll never find what I’m looking for. Everything needs to be perfect for them when they come to see our new house for the first time.

My mom has been telling me for weeks how excited she is to fly out and see us, especially because she hasn’t had a lot of chances to sit down and talk with Saint. She likes him, but she hasn’t been able to see him quite the same way I do. I need her to fully understand how amazing he is, and words could never do him justice.

Oh, and she’s dying to see the three girls who have been doing laps around Saint since they learned to walk.

Well, I should sayrun. They don’t walk anywhere on those little feet. They sprint around in different directions, making it damn near impossible for two people to catch them. One always gets away.

At three years old, they’re just as much of a tornado of chaos as anyone could imagine triplets could be. Fortunately, I was able to quit my job and stay home with them because of Saint’s wealth, but they’ve been a ball of energy, ambition, and defiance since the day we brought them home.

Honestly, I thought Saint was going to freak out when we learned there were three of them, but he was excited to have so many little heirs to his empire. The day I had my ultrasound, he went out and bought an entire closet full of baby clothes for them.

“I bought pink because I knew they’d be girls,”I remember him saying.

I laughed at his prediction, but he was right. We ended up with three girls who constantly compete for attention from their daddy. I still get plenty of attention, of course, but he does have his hands full with those three.

“Who do you think they get their personality from, me or you?” Saint asks as he helps me re-wrap a section of the lights from the Christmas tree.

“I mean, I want to say that it’s me because I spend more time with them, but sometimes I need you to take the credit for their little outbursts," I reply. “You know, the other day I told Annika she needed to go to sleep, and she replied, ‘that doesn’t work for me’. What three-year-old says that?”

Saint laughs, putting down the lights for a moment to wrap his arms around my waist. “I’m sorry, but I’d say she sounds more like you.”

I scoff, unable to hold back a smile. “Damn it. Do you think we’ll be able to get them all to sit still when we go out for dinner with my parents?”

“Not a chance.”

“Oh well, at least we know she won’t give into peer pressure when she gets older,” I reply, resigned to the fact that we’ll be chasing her around the restaurant for the whole night.

“You know you’re doing great, right? You’re the most attentive, loving mother I’ve ever seen. I wish my mom had been like you when I was growing up,” he continues. “Our babies are lucky to have you.”

He knows exactly how to get me emotional in one minute flat. “You know, you could have said that before I put on mascara,” I reply sarcastically as I dab at the tears attempting to escape from my eyes.

I turn around to face him, standing on my toes to kiss him long and deep before we carry on with the last of our preparations. These intentional, strong kisses are the moments when I can escape from the world around me into the little pocket of bliss that Saint and I have found in each other.

“I’m going to go check on Annika. Let me know if you need anything,” he says, giving me one last kiss before he walks into the next room over.

He might think I’m the best mother, but he’s the best father she could ever have. I could watch them play together for hours. He’s always so involved in their little fantasy worlds, no matter how incoherent and childlike they are. There’s never been a day in their lives when he’s been too busy for them, even though there have been times when he was drowning in stress. The bratva life isn’t ideal for children, but he does his best to never, ever bring it home with him.

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