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He went mad after he realized her filing for divorce wasn’t just a phase.
Naturally, he blamed me and Wolfe for her decision to better her life and leave her abusive husband, who’d left countless purple welts all over her body through their past few years together before I came back from Switzerland.
Since Papa had paid some serious money to White under the table, and the latter had tried dragging his feet with collecting evidence against him when my mother’s car blew up to the sky in front of Wolfe’s and my house, an internal, quiet investigation against White and Bishop took place, and the police chief and former governor were now on trial for receiving bribery and illegal campaign contributions from the infamous Arthur Rossi.
During the media coverage of the high-profile case, the person who kept coming up in the news as an example for good morals was my husband, who married into The Outfit yet made sure not to have anything to do with my father or his business.
I felt my husband’s thumb swiping across my upper cheek as he wiped away a tear of joy from my eye. He chucked me under the chin, then grinned.
He’d made his way over to me without my even noticing. I was too wrapped up in how fortunate we were.
Joshua fussed in my arms, and the priest took a step back and smoothed back his thin and velvety dark hair.
“He was made with God’s love,” Father Spina commented.
My husband scoffed beside me. He wasn’t big on God. Or people. He was big on me and our family.
The priest stepped away, and my husband plastered his lips to my ear. “While you did call me god, he was not present during the conception.”
I chuckled, holding Josh to my chest and breathing in his pure scent of new life, shuddering with intense joy coursing through my veins.
“Are you ready to take the little ones home? I think they need their sleep.” My husband put a hand on my shoulder, our daughter fast asleep in the crook of his other arm.
We decided to refrain from a big party after the baptism, seeing as our family was constantly in the news because of the trial.
“They’re not the only ones. I could use some sleep, too,” I murmured into my son’s temple.
“Sterling and Clara can take care of Emmie and Josh while I ruin what’s left of your innocence.”
“I think you did a thorough job the first week we met.” I wiggled my brows, and he burst out laughing, something he’d learned how to do slowly after we got back together. “Besides, don’t you need to fly out to DC this evening?”
“Cancelled it.”
“How come?”
“I’m in the mood for spending time with my family.”
“Your country needs you,” I teased.
“And I need you.”
He drew me into a hug, kids and all.
Ms. Sterling still lived with us even though she was given strict instructions to stop eavesdropping—a rule she was surprisingly good at following.
Clara lived across the city in my mother’s new house, but the two often helped with babysitting the kids together.
Despite the fact my father was out of my life, I’d never felt more loved and protected by the people I cared about.
And Wolfe was entering an important stage in his career. His time as senator would come to an end in less than two years.
“There’s somewhere I want to take you tonight. Your pump is already packed and in the car.” He chucked my chin.
This was my life now. From cheating and fighting and tearing each other apart, we moved to a ritual that was so domestically blissful, I was sometimes terrified of how happy I was.
I am pink cotton candy at a fair, happy and bubbly and sweet. All fluff.
“Nothing says romance more than your husband packing your breast pump for you.”
