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“Look,” Ruben sighed. “Whether you like it or not, we’re happy, we’re having a baby and we’re going to be a family. You can either go away and spend some time sorting your head out or you can just go away, and
stay
away.”

Lucas stood from the sofa and walked over to me. I straightened from the wall and noticed Ruben sit up further too.

He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in the top on my hair with a sigh. I heard him whisper ‘I’m sorry’ but then he released me and walked straight through the front door without looking back.

And without limping.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from his retreating form. My lip trembled and my eyes filled with tears. I was quickly pulled into Ruben’s arms and I sobbed into his shoulder. It felt so final, I had him back for less than twenty-four hours and he just walked away from me again.

Would I always be so easy to walk away from?

“He’ll be back, babe. He’s probably just finding it a bit hard to adjust to being out of prison. He loves you. Even if he acted like a dick, he does love you and he’ll want to be around.”

“H-h-how can you be so sure?” I asked hopefully.

He smiled down at me, “Because I love you too. And I know I could never walk away from you again. Just give him some time.”

I nodded. I actually wanted to chase Lucas down the street and beg him to try and get himself sorted but Ruben was right and I needed to give him time.

Being responsible sucked.

“And anyway,” Ruben added. “Even if he’s not happy about it right now, that idiot looked after you when you were kids. It’s in his bones to take care of you. You can’t honestly think he’s not going to want to be around for our baby too? He will, and he can…providing he gets his act together obviously.”

“You shouldn’t have fought with him.” I scolded.

“I wasn’t going to let him beat the shit out of me in my own home – or ever. But damn he can throw a punch,” he winced. “He’s packing some strength in those muscles these days.”

He sure was.

I just hoped he used it for something good.

I hoped, I prayed, one day he’d come back and make everything better. I believed Ruben, that Lucas had the role of ‘protector’ in his bones. My only doubt was whether he could swallow his pride enough to come back and apologise, maybe admit he was wrong.

Time would tell.

But that was something we had now. We had the time to do things right.

And more importantly, I had hope. Hope for the future. Hope for our family and hope that I would finally have everything I’d always dreamed of.

Thanks to one man.

The man who still stood with his arms around me and his body heat warming my heart.

He’ll make mistakes and so will I, but we fought hard for what we had and I knew right down to my soul that I’d never let it go. It was too important to me.
He
was too important to me. And we had forever to make it perfect.

His arms loosened and he stood back to look at me, but kept his hands on my hips.

“I’ll love you forever, you know that?” He declared.

I felt my face light up and I giggled.

“I’ll love you for eternity, Ruben.”

Epilogue

Ruben

I’ll spare you the details, but watching your woman give birth is
not
pretty.

It’s also not beautiful or precious or any of the other bullshit they tell you in the books.

I felt helpless, terrified, useless…you name it.

And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

The day Isla May Brent came into our world was
the
best day of my life – and she’s been making life more and more interesting every day since.

I moved Lydia in with me at Jax’s straight after all the drama. Surprisingly, she didn’t argue, but I think she loved being around my family,
our
family, as much as I loved her being there.

That arrangement didn’t last long though. No matter the size of the house, three couples under one roof was never going to work – we had our own house a month before Isla was born.

It’s nothing flash or fancy, because that’s just not who we are. But it’s our home and we’re happy.

I guess that’s all that matters really.

I wish I could tell you more, but that would mean giving away
all
of our secrets and hey, there’s only so much I’m willing to share.

*~*~*

Lydia

“Keep your fucking hands on the wall.”

“I can’t!” I wailed, the things he was doing to my body were just too much for me to cope with and my legs were about to give way.

Ruben lifted his eyebrows. “What did I say?”

I groaned, knowing that he was going to torture me more, “You said you’d stop if I moved my hands again.”

“And what did you do?”

I whimpered, but I didn’t answer him.

He switched our places and pushed me to my knees in front of him. His face glistened with my arousal and I clenched my thighs together at the sight. His thick cock stood tall and proud in front of my face so I purposely licked my lips slowly.

“Uh uh, this is not your game. You don’t get to tease. Open your mouth,” I did what he asked. “Suck my dick, take me deep and don’t fucking stop until I tell you to.”

I loved it. He was such a gentleman, all the time, every day. He was sweet and gentle and generous.

But every now and then, I got that side of him. His hidden dominant side. It made some small part of me come alive. Don’t get me wrong, I think if he came at me with a whip or nipple clamps, I think I’d run screaming in the opposite direction.

But a little submission was obviously in my nature because being on my knees, taking his cock as deep as I could and knowing that he ordered me to do it, thrilled me. I ran the tip of my tongue up and down his shaft as he bucked his hips forward, then pulled back so I was holding just the tip and sucked.

Hard.

I hummed in approval when the salty taste of his pre-cum hit my tongue. That was my power, my ability, even after three years, to make him moan my name and pull my hair. I felt him swell in my mouth and increased my speed but he gave my hair a tug and pulled himself free.

“Hands and knees, on the edge of the bed. Go!”

I scrambled up from the floor and crawled onto the bed, slowing down and giving my ass a little shake to tease him. His growled approval made me grin. I widened my legs as he approached and he didn’t waste any time. Sliding his fingers through my wetness, a low rumbled escaped from his chest and I gasped when he gave my clit a quick slap.

“You’re soaked.”

“I know!” I mewled, desperate to have him inside me.

But he didn’t make me wait, he braced one hand on my lower back and used the other to guide himself inside me.

Home.

That’s how it felt every single time he filled me.

Like he’d come home.

He’d been there through my pregnancy, through having our daughter and he’d be there for many more to come because he loved us. He was the best thing that ever happened to me and he told me daily that we were the best thing that ever happened to him.

But that first thrust, every time that he sank deep, it reminded me that he was my home.

Because he is mine.

And I am his.

We’ve barely even had our beginning, but here’s where the story ends for you lot.

I get the keep the rest of him for myself.

Jealous?

You should be!

The End!

(Sort of!)

Acknowledgements

I never usually have a hard time writing acknowledgements, the words just fit. This time however, was a completely different matter because there were just too many people.

So I thought I’d do things a little differently.

It’s been over a year since I last hit that ‘Publish’ button and I could list a hundred reasons why that is, but it’s actually a really good thing. I put my heart and soul into this book and everything I’ve learnt over the last year has helped develop my writing style. I’m finally completely happy with it.

I really hope that it showed.

So, all I really wanted to say was…

I’m grateful to you all.

As much as I have a fantastic group of people who help me every step of the way with each and every book – I wouldn’t be able to do it at all without you guys.

The readers.

Ok, technically I could but it wouldn’t be something I could maintain. For that, I can’t thank any of you enough.

My beta readers, my street team, my cover designer…I could go on and on. You all know how much every little thing you do means to me because I tell you! And I truly mean it from the bottom of my heart.

Most of you know by now that I don’t do the ‘soppy’ stuff very well – so I think I need to wrap this up…and go back to being completely inappropriate and hilarious.

You all know it’s true ;-)

Thanks guys <3