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Brooks raises his eyebrows at me threateningly. “I told you I’d give you everything you wanted, didn’t I?”

My stomach flips. “Really?”

Laughing, he kisses my shoulder. “Yes,really.” Leaning up to look me directly in the eyes, Brooks looks suddenly grave. “I’m going to make you happy, Delta. I swear.”

Tears blur my vision and I pull him down for another long, deep kiss. “You already do.” I murmur as we break apart, panting, his cock already twitching against my hip.

A slow, mischievous smile curls Brooks’ lips as his hand slips back down my belly. “Shall I start right now?”

Epilogue

Brooks

4 Years Later

“And that does it, folks, Bay Jacobs has officially taken the gold medal, a first for the oldest member of Team USA -”

The rest of announcer’s words are drowned out by screaming and laughing, I look around to watch as my wife and brother-in-law jumping up and down, waving their little flags and yelling their support of their older brother.

In my arms, my son covers his ears, wrinkling his nose at the enthusiastic display from his mother and uncle. At just over three years old, Harbor Jacobs-Harrison is already proving to be much more of Delta than me, softspoken but determined with the same bright gray eyes and pouty lips. Our daughter, Spring, is sleeping right through the commotion in a sling on Delta’s chest.

“Mama!” Harbor squawks his protest, looking to me, with his little eyebrows raised in alarm.

“Mama is excited.” I laugh, pulling him close and kissing his dark hair. “Uncle Bay is the winner!”

“Uncle Bay?” Harbor frowns, looking around the crowded section where friends and family members of the team members are gathered for a sight of his favorite Uncle.

Conspicuously absent from the group, is River.

His relationship with my wife and her brothers hasn’t improved a lot over the last few years. All three of them have their own resentments and trauma from their years as River’s trophy-children, and he’s too wrapped up in his own shit to put that much effort into repairing the damage.

A few months after Delta and I got married, a national magazine published a very well-read exposé about River Jacob’s brutal coaching style and his reputation never recovered. The article was littered with stories of promising athletes who trained too hard, pushed through pain they should have treated and ended up losing everything. Among them, his own daughter.

A figure breaks away from the crowd of athletes a hundred yards away and jogs right for us, smile visible even from here.

“Uncle Bay!” Harbor squeals, spotting him and stretching out his arms over the metal partition as Bay approaches to take him from me.

“Congratulations!” I laugh, gripping his shoulder as Delta and Lake engulf Bay in a hug, Harbor’s smiling face sticking out of the mess of jacketed arms.

I can see media cameras zooming in on the scene, eager for a clip of the legendary Jacobs siblings celebrating Bay’s triumph.

“Can you believe it?” Delta cries, wiping her eyes when Bay hands back our son and heads off to the podium for his big moment.

She’d gotten back on a snowboard for the first time since she retired only a few months ago. Lake and Bay were over at ourhouse and showing the kids a video of their Mama’s gold medal event. Our son had excitedly asked Delta ifhe could do that too.

The next day, when I got home from work, I’d found Lake standing on the deck with Spring in his arms, watching two figures wearing snowboards on the back hill. I stood with them for a long time, my heart in my throat as Delta taught our son to snowboard. They’d been out there over an hour, and when Harbor started sniffing that he'd had enough, Delta picked him up and headed right back to the house. No questions asked.

Every time I’ve thought I couldn’t possibly love her more; she finds a way to prove me wrong.

“What?” Delta laughs, wiping her eyes again and elbowing me in the side. “Don’t laugh. I know I’m a sap, I’m just so proud of him.”

I smile, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing the top of her head. “I love you, that’s all.”

My wife sighs, leaning her head against my shoulder as Bay steps up on the podium to accept his medal and the crowd roars around us.

“You know, the last time you cried this much, you were pregnant.” I muse, just loud enough for Delta to hear.

Her head snaps back to look at me, eyes huge. “Oh no. No way. Spring isn’t even one!”

I chuckle. “Just pointing it out.” But I can see she’s thinking over the last few weeks, trying to remember when her period is due. Four days ago, but I’m going to let her realize that on her own. It’s been a chaotic week, traveling overseas with the kids to see Bay compete, and her being latecouldbe put down to stress.

It isn’t though. It’s down to the full weekend we spent in a hotel room, celebrating our anniversary.

Delta shakes her head in disbelief, but I can see she isn’t really upset. “We’re insane. I can’t believe this.”

I chuckle, unable to wipe the grin off my face. “We are. We’re running out of bodies of water we can use for names.”

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