Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Karina’s cheeks turned pink, which I thought was adorable, considering how long we’d been together and all the things we’d done to each other.
She hopped down from the sink and sashayed into the bedroom. I followed her and watched curiously as she picked up her phone from the desk. “What are you up to, sunshine?”
“Just calling Kiara to tell her how sweet my man is.”
“You angling for a spanking, sunshine?”
She batted her eyelashes and raised the phone to her ear.
“Thought we were never having sex again?” I drawled, trying not to laugh.
Karina sighed and tossed her phone onto the couch. “You won’t always win,” she huffed as she started removing her clothes.
“Sunshine, as long as I have you and our family, I’ve already won everything.”
Epilogue
Karina
My dream of having a big family had come to fruition. My babies growing up with an awesome dad who was there for every milestone, an aunt and uncle who loved them almost as much as we did, cousins who were like siblings, and an entire club that was family.
They also had a grandmother and grandfather who lived to spoil them. My dad’s criminal case progressed quickly, and he was only sentenced to fourteen months of jail time. With parole, he was back home in just under a year, so he hadn’t missed much after Kaylee—Kiara and Knight’s first—and Callum were born.
Being in prison had changed him. Even before I managed to mostly forgive him for everything he’d done, he still reached out several times a week after his release just to let me know that he was thinking about Callum and me. And as the kids got older—and multiplied—he showed up for all their activities. Even all their toddler classes, like toddler tumbling and mini music. He showed up for them in ways he’d never been able to with me, and I appreciated it.
There were some exceptions, though. My parents weren’t at the compound today for the big barbecue since my dad didn’t spend much time around the club. After what he’d almost done to Rom—and how much his secrets had hurt Kiara and me—he’d only ever received a lukewarm welcome when he came around. Not that he ever complained. He knew that he’d earned their mistrust.
Crosby came toddling over and pulled me out of my thoughts. Crouching low, I sighed over the chocolate stain on his T-shirt. “Did someone let you into the brownies already, baby boy?”
“Nuh-uh.” He shook his head. “Ice cream!”
“I should’ve known.” My middle child had been hooked on ice cream ever since his daddy gave him his first taste when he turned one. He would happily eat it for every meal if only we’d let him. “Did you have a hot dog first?”
The way his eyes widened as he nodded let me know he probably hadn’t finished it, which my husband confirmed as he walked over to us with our daughter Camila strapped to his chest and a plate with slices of uneaten hot dog in his hand.
Stabbing one of the pieces with a fork, I held it next to his lips. “If you eat all five pieces, you can have another small scoop of ice cream later.”
“Yay!” he cheered, opening his mouth wide so I could feed him before doing a little dance.
I beamed a smile at Cash. “Thanks for making sure he got one without grill marks on it.”
“He would’ve screamed the yard down if I dared to serve him a striped hot dog.” Cradling the back of Camila’s head with his free hand, he leaned over to brush his lips against mine. “Crosby has no problem making sure everyone within a mile radius knows if he’s unhappy about something.”
I laughed as I fed our toddler another bite. “Probably because he’s always trying to get his big brother’s attention.”
Callum was only a year older—close enough in age to Kiara’s middle child that we got to experience most of our second pregnancies together too—and he was Crosby’s favorite person in the world. Callum was a mama’s boy, Camila was a daddy’s girl, but Crosby was a big brother’s boy all the way.
“Very true,” Cash agreed, his gaze darting over to the bouncy house where our eldest son was currently playing. “The only reason he didn’t kick up a fuss about eating a hot dog in the first place was because Callum scarfed one down first.”
“Thank goodness one of our sons is a good eater.” I heaved a deep sigh and stroked my finger across Camila’s chubby cheek. “This one, too.”
“At least none of yours are as picky as Kennedy,” Kiara complained as she joined us. “I swear, she and Crosby come up with a whole new list of foods they hate every time they’re together, and then she adds a dozen more when she gets home. Including things that she loved the day before.”