AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Ah, not flowers. She prefers plants. Those last longer.” Noelle nods at that idea. She’s been to Mom’s before and has seen her plants in every room.
I take the glass of wine out of her hand, placing it and my bottle of beer on the ground. “Maybe I haven’t stated my intentions and feelings clearly enough. We’re very much in a relationship. You’re my woman, and I’m your man.” The ring I place on my pinky is obscured from her view for now. Noelle wraps her hand in mine. It’s the only thing I need. “I want you here, forever.” I bring her hand to my lips, placing a kiss on her fingers.
“Easton.”
“I want you as more than my woman. I want you so tied to me you can’t ever leave. I want my house to be your home. I want my last name attached to yours. I want you to be my wife.” I’m not asking for her hand in marriage. It’s a sealed deal, and we both know it. Noelle is nodding so fast she almost looks like a bobblehead. Tears are threatening to spill over. I pull her ring off my pinky and slide it onto her ring finger.
“I love you, and even though you didn’t ask me to marry you, the answer is yes. Always yes.”
“I love you, Noelle, always.” She’s off the chair, climbing into my lap, and I hold the fuck on. Right here with her in my arms, my mouth on hers, the soft purrs leaving her throat, it’s the only place I want to be.
Epilogue
Noelle
One Year Later
“Again? Can’t they wait till we’re at least out of the banquet room?” We’re at my parents’ annual Christmas party, sans Alejandro. It seems my now husband and brother had their way with him after Christmas the first year Easton and I were together. Antonio was the muscle, while Easton was the brain, using his contacts to dig up a whole lot about my ex-boyfriend. It was Gabriella and me who sat down to tell Mamá and Papá what Easton overheard in the restroom. Papá was ready to storm over to Alejandro’s parents’ house and pummel him. I told them Easton and Antonio took care of it while also admitting the truth on how Easton and I met. Mamá looked mortified. Papá shook his head while locking gazes with Mamá. He was already pissed at the Alejandro news, and I added to that. I figured he’d be disappointed, but he wasn’t. Papá told Mamá word for word that she drove their daughter to feel like she had to hire a date to get her to leave me alone. A date that could have turned out to be a sleazeball. Mamá was already on the verge of tears, but that statement tipped her over the edge. I knew she came from a good place, spurred by the need to see both of her kids happily married, and with grandchildren to spoil. Mamá apologized, I forgave her, and I made it clear that Easton was there to stay and she was never to treat him any differently than she treated Gabriella. Newsflash, Gabriella is one of us. Mamá loves her like a daughter, and I expected the same for Easton. I left that day feeling lighter, brighter, and happier. Plus, my relationship with my Mamá is now better than ever.
“They’re in love, even after all these years. Let them be. We’ll be out of here as soon as you quit gawking.”
“You’re lucky you’re so handsome, Mr. Bosa, especially holding our son.” There is absolutely nothing hotter in the world than watching the man you love holding your newborn baby boy, Christopher Bosa.
“Maybe, maybe not. Care to get our boy down and see how lucky we’re feeling?” Easton has been on a mission ever since I was cleared to have sex at my six-week follow-up.
I crook my finger for him to come closer. Even though I’m in heels, he’s still too tall for me to reach his ear. He bends down, and I whisper, “Are you going to at least pretend you’ll try to pull out in time?” His answer is a groan. I’ve had to beg him multiple times to come on my stomach and breasts. Some may think it’s a moment killer, but I think it’s the hottest thing ever. I’d pay money to watch Easton jack his cock to my naked body.
“Not even for a minute. My goal is to get you knocked up by the time we check out tomorrow.” His hand dips low on my back. Some things never change. My husband likes people to know who I belong to. As if the four-carat diamond ring doesn’t tell onlookers when he’s not around.
“Hmm, we’ll see about that.”
“Yes, we will.” He wants our children to be close in age. He was also the only child from his mother. His dad having the number of marriages he had plus having Justin later on in life makes him want ours to be closer. I blame Antonio. We’re close in age, have a rock-solid relationship now. As children, we were a totally different story. He hated his younger sister tagging along, and I hated that he'd leave me at home. We obviously outgrew that stage. Antonio and Gabriella are doing similar—Isabella is now a big sister.
