Royal Elite Epilogue (Royal Elite 7)

Once I’m finally done with the boring meeting at Dad’s office, I practically jog down the hall towards my old room.

I find Teal sleeping on her side, her petite frame barely taking up any space on the bed. I slowly close the door, trying not to make a sound, and kick my shoes away.

I slip in behind her, the mattress dipping with my weight. Then I sneak one hand under her arm until I grab her breast. She moans softly as she snuggles back into me.

“Wake up, belle, I miss you.”

“Mmm.”

“I will speak French to you, mon petit coeur adoré.”

She opens one of her eyes, peeking up at me. “You will?”

I grin, knowing exactly which buttons to push. “I will only speak French if that’s your kink.”

“Nah, that’s not my kink.” She cups my cheek. “You are.”

“Holy fuck. Repeat that.”

“You’re my kink, Ronan. You always have been.”

“And I always will be.” I flip her so that she’s underneath me. “Now, let me satisfy your kink.”

“Wait.”

“Nope. I can’t wait until we’re home. I’m hungry.”

“You just ate.”

“I didn’t eat you.”

She laughs, but she still places a hand on my chest, stopping me. “I have something to tell you.”

“After dinner. My main course, I mean, not whatever we had in the dining room.”

She chuckles, her happiness filling the space. I can’t get enough of the sound of her laughter, of how easily I can bring that out of her. It’s like I appear and she automatically smiles. I say anything and she looks at me as if I’m the wisest person alive. I’m not. But the fact that she looks at me that way, even after so many years, makes me the luckiest fucker on this planet.

I grab her by the waist. “Remove your hand, ma belle. Don’t leave me starving.”

“Ronan...”

“Oui, ma puce?”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

I stop with my hand on her jeans’ buttons. “You’re...what?”

“I took two tests and they said positive, but it could be false, like Silver back in school, you know? I’ll have to take another one and go to the doctor, but...yeah, I think I’m pregnant.”

“Whoa.”

“Is that a good whoa or a bad one?” She’s watching me so intently, unblinking, as if afraid she’ll miss something if she does.

“A fucking bewildered one. You’re carrying a baby.”

“Your baby.”

“My baby,” I repeat, a weird sense of pride hitting me out of nowhere. I mean, we knew we would have children one day, but since Teal admitted to the therapist that she’s afraid of the idea of becoming a mother, I thought we could wait like Xan and Kim, or Cole and Silver, who still haven’t even gotten married.