Epilogue
Eva
One year later
Our moms had quickly taken Tucker up on his offer to plan the wedding of my dreams. They were so excited that they’d gotten right to work on it the same day we got married. They’d been forced to wait a year to pull it off, though, because the little joke I’d pulled on Tucker when we got married turned out to be prophetic when we realized I’d gotten pregnant right away. Not that it was much of a surprise, considering how many times my husband pumped his come into me.
Since I’d refused to have my fancier—but not more romantic because nothing could top the moment Tucker stood up to my dad at the courthouse—wedding with a rounded belly, we decided to make it a vow renewal for our one-year anniversary. It was a good thing we hadn’t put it off any longer because I had one heck of an anniversary present for my sexy hubby, and I couldn’t wait to share it with him. But first, we had to get through this round of toasts before we could take the dance floor for our first “official” dance as a married couple.
My father-in-law stood and winked at us before beginning. “When I first realized my oldest son was falling for Eva”—Tucker’s frantic expression made me giggle because I knew he was freaked out by the possibility that my dad and brother would realize exactly how young I’d been—“I was a little worried about how it might impact the bond between our families if their relationship didn’t work out.”
Tucker leveled a glare at his dad, making me giggle because of how ridiculous it was for him to be pissed at Jonah’s toast. Leaning deeper into his side, I whispered, “Relax, babe. We’ve more than proved that we’re meant to be together.”
“Damn straight,” Tucker muttered under his breath.
“I wasn’t concerned for long, though. Not after I realized that my son looked at Eva the same way I look at my wife.” Jonah’s gaze slid down and to the side, and the love he felt for Penelope shone brightly from his eyes, even after all the years they’d been together. “Then I knew there wasn’t any chance of them breaking up because Tucker wouldn’t ever let her go. He takes after his dad, after all.”
“And his father-in-law,” my mom tossed in, making the crowd laugh. My dad chuckled and shook his head, but it wasn’t as though he could deny how crazy he was about my mom. Everyone knew how he was with her.
“For sure,” I agreed with a grin. “When you really think about it, Dad only has himself to blame for me falling for Tucker. He’s the only guy who could ever live up to the example my dad set for what I wanted in a husband.”
“And he’d better keep living up to it or else,” Dad grumbled as he straightened in his seat and threw Tucker a warning glance.
“There’s no need to threaten the boy,” my mom chided, patting my dad’s arm before twisting in her seat to reach into the stroller where my daughter slept. She gently ran her fingers through my daughter’s fine, blond hair, being careful not to wake her since she’d only drifted off five minutes ago. “He’s as protective of his girls as you are of our family.”
“Sometimes, I think he might even be worse with me than you are with Mom,” I half-teased, knowing my dad would never believe it even though he’d seen with his own eyes how Tucker had hovered over me every moment of my pregnancy.
“Good.” My dad nodded in approval, his lips curving up in a pleased smile.
My mom sighed as I rolled my eyes, but Tucker smiled back at my dad. Before I could tease him about the male-bonding moment—one that made me happy because I loved knowing that the two most important men in my life got along so well—the DJ announced that it was time for the dance I’d been waiting all night for.
Tucker led me to the dance floor and tugged me close to his body. One of his hands cupped my hip and the other tangled in my hair at the back of my head. Bending his head to my ear, he asked, “Do you think they realize we’ve danced together before?”
Thinking about how perfect we moved together when we were horizontal—and sometimes vertical too, like in the shower this morning—I waggled my eyebrows at him. “Considering we gave our parents a grandchild barely nine months after we got married, I’m pretty sure they know we’ve done the horizontal mambo.”
Tucker laughed and pulled me closer to his body, pressing his hard length against my belly. “I can’t wait until I have you all to myself in our hotel suite where we’ll have the whole night together without any interruptions.”