Teague (The Family Simon 4)

“You are that piece. I need you in my life. I need you in my heart. I want you Sabrina. All of you.” He took a moment because he was so damn emotional. “I want a life with you. I want the dog and the house. I want the whole thing.”

Tears filled her eyes and she shrugged. “I have a dog.”

He smiled. “You do.”

“And I have a house.”

“That’s right.” He cleared his throat. “I want babies.”

“That sounds nice,” she whispered.

He leaned in closer. “It sounds better than nice. It sounds like heaven.” Teague cupped her head in his hands and traced her mouth with his thumb. “Marry me, Sabrina.”

A heartbeat passed.

“Okay.” A simple answer, but it was all he needed. With a groan, Teague pulled her in and kissed her with all the passion and want and need inside him. Everything faded away, everything except this woman in his arms. He tasted the salt of her tears and wiped them away while raining kisses all over her face.

He only stopped when someone tugged on his leg.

“Why are you kissing my mommy?” Harry asked with a frown.

“It’s what you do when you love someone,” Teague said with a grin.

Harry blinked a few times and then made a face. “That’s gross.”

“You can kiss me, Tigger!” Morgan shouted, eliciting a round of laughter from his family.

“There’ll be time for that,” he said, slipping Sabrina’s hand into his. “Lots of time.”

Teague Simon was finally ready to claim the life he’d always been looking for. And for the first time in his adult life, he was content to stay in one place. To love one woman and her kids. He was looking forward to making some of his own babies—of having a family of his own. And as he held the three of them close the rest of that afternoon, he knew that he was finally home.

And damn, if that wasn’t the best feeling ever.

Epilogue

Late November, Lake Muskoka

The snow came early to the north, bringing with it one major storm that dumped nearly a foot of the white stuff in the region. Schools and roads had been closed for two days and so were the local businesses. But that was fine with Teague. It just meant that he had his family and his wife all to himself.

Wife. He grinned at the thought. Man, he liked that handle.

He and Sabrina had decided there was no point in waiting to get married. Once the necessary paperwork was in order they’d had a small wedding with only Sabrina’s mother-in-law Louise, Allie and Paul in attendance and Teague’s parents in attendance.

That was nearly four weeks ago and he’d had a hell of a lot of fun practicing the husband thing.

“Did you lock up the cottage?” Sabrina asked, snuggling into the blankets he’d pulled from the leather chair. The kids were asleep on the sofa curled up with Bingo and he’d claimed an area on the floor just in front of the fireplace.

“Sure did.” He’d taken a ski-doo out to the lake before the snow got too bad to make sure his new photography studio was secure. It was the perfect use of Sabrina’s cottage and he’d been happy to set up base there.

The Simon cottage had been in darkness. “Mom and Dad weren’t able to make it up because of the storm.”

It was thanksgiving weekend in the United States and his parents usually headed north.

“I’m sure they’ll be up as soon as the weather permits,” Sabrina murmured, digging in with her toes.

“Hey,” he said with a chuckle. “Your feet are freezing.”

She giggled and rested her head against him. Teague glanced around the room and felt his chest swell with emotion. He’d never been this content. Ever.