Epilogue
Cameron
Two and a half years later
Today, we’re celebrating our two-year wedding anniversary, this one with more than just dinner, jewelry, or flowers. No, today, I’m giving Easton the biggest gift of our lives. My hand finds my stomach, resting there gently. I took three tests this morning, which was no easy task with him hovering. I swear he’s home more now than he was in the beginning when he first opened up his small security firm. I call it small; it’s anything but that. He now has twenty employees working for him.
The memories take me back to when he first started out. Mary, my former boss, was not only fired but also arrested. That memory still causes a shiver to run down my spine. She’s now doing life in prison. It seems she left a wake in ten different states, causing so much damage. She tried to say it was all of our faults, but many women took the stand. She did worse to others, even cut a brake line and caused someone to die. I have no words for the death and destruction she left along the way. I’m just glad that chapter in our lives is closed.
After that fiasco, Easton refused to let me leave his sight unless it was for school. After one argument with me wanting to work at another hotel, he couldn’t handle it anymore. My big alpha man dropped to his knees, practically begging me to work for him, and I relented. I told him my fears, that we’d get tired of each other or that we’d fight nonstop. He stood strong, and we made it work. It probably helped that I only worked for him part-time.
We decided on a small service for our wedding, and we both dressed casually. It was our moment and no one else’s. It sucked that my parents weren’t alive to watch me marry the man I love more than anything in this world, but I felt like they were watching just the same.
When I graduated from school, things changed. I no longer worked for Easton, and part of me mourned that fact. We knew the day was coming when I would graduate and start to work full-time at a hospital. While my hours were crazy chaotic at first, it has all worked out in the end.
“Cameron Ann Reid, where are you?” I hear Easton say with the slam of the door following behind him. I just roll my eyes. He acts like our home is six-thousand square feet or something, when in fact, it’s a little over two-thousand. Even that is sometimes hard to maintain.
“I’m upstairs. I’ll be right down,” I respond back. It’s now or never, I suppose. I put the lid back on the pregnancy test before making my way to my husband. My husband. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. I never believed in happily ever afters until I met Easton.
“Hey, you,” I breathe out.
“Baby,” he groans as he takes in the full length of my body. I’m wearing a sundress; it’s the middle of summer, and it’s been a record-breaking year with a heatwave here in Beaumont. Maybe he’s noticed the changes in my body. My chest has definitely filled out more, not to mention they’re tender as hell.
“Happy Anniversary.” I walk straight into his arms, and our lips meet. I have the pregnancy test in my hand, semi-handing it to him.
“Happy Anniversary, Cameron.” His voice is deep and husky, causing me to do a full-body shiver.
“I have news for you.” I hand him the test. It takes him a moment to register what I just placed in his hands. “Remember when we went on vacation and I forgot my pills? Well, it seems your swimmers are awfully strong, Mr. Reid.”
“We’re going to be parents?” he asks.
“Yes!” I barely get the words out before I’m swept up in his arms, him spinning us around in a circle.
“Goddamn, baby, you’ve made me the happiest man. I’m so excited to see you pregnant with our child,” he coos in my ear when he sets me down on my feet. His palm goes to my stomach, and I place my hand over his.
“You’re amazing. You know that?” I murmur out. His lips find mine, and we tear at each other’s clothes as he leads me to the couch. I push him so his back is to the couch and then straddle his hips. Easton’s hands find the lips of my pussy, both of his thumbs pulling them apart. By the hiss of his breath, I know he can feel just how wet I am for him.
“You like thinking you’re in control, baby?” he asks. One of his thumbs slips inside my center, his other travels to my clit.
“God, yes,” I moan. He’s teasing me. Easton Reid is forever teasing me, heightening my senses, and pushing me over the edge.