Page 68 of Protected By Her Daddy

I laugh, and Nova stirs, her little brows furrowing before she settles again. It’s funny how life works out. You think you’re surviving, and then someone comes along and shows you what living really is.

“Thank you for everything,” I whisper, not just for the trips and the safety but for the laughter, the late-night talks, and the sense of belonging.

“Hey, no need for that,” he replies, his other hand gently caressing our daughter’s back. “You’ve given me a home, Wren. A reason to be better.”

The simplicity of his words wraps around me, a promise as tangible as the setting sun. We have all we need right here, between the balmy air and the whisper of the palms. Our future, once a blank page, now writes itself with possibilities I never dared to imagine.

“Look at her,” I murmur, gazing at our daughter, so serene in her slumber. “She’s going to have the world at her feet, isn’t she?”

“Only the best for our little princess,” Gabriel agrees, pride lacing his tone.

As the evening deepens, the stars peek from their celestial hiding spots, shyly at first, then with growing confidence. It seems like a metaphor for my own journey, emerging from darkness to find light in unexpected places.

“I love this,” I say, my voice a hushed reverence for the peace enveloping us.

“Me too, little bird,” Gabriel replies. “Me too.”

I rest in his arms, the cradle of all my hopes and dreams now. Here, at this moment, everything is as it should be. And for the first time in my life, I truly understand what it means to be whole.

As the night whispers its secrets and the ocean lulls us with its song, I close my eyes. I don’t need to see to believe in the beauty of our world. I feel it right here, with them, with him. This is our serenity, our mutual growth, our love. We’ve created a tapestry of moments stitched together by the hands of fate and the courage to embrace them.

Epilogue 2

Gabriel

The ocean wash is a soothing background as I step quietly into the bedroom.

My gaze lands on my stunning wife as she tenderly cradles our daughter to her breast. Lamplight glows softly on Wren as she sits up in the bed. She was made for motherhood. Nova has only enriched our lives and strengthened the bond Wren and I forged that night in the alley—the night I saved her life, and in turn, she saved mine. A night that changed everything, gave me my little bird, and now a daughter to love and protect.

My heart lurches with an astonishingly powerful tug of love. I’ll protect my family, my world, for as long as I live.

Wren smiles at me, a beautiful smile that always reaches her eyes these days and makes me feel like her king. Her lover. Her Daddy.

Nova yawns without opening her eyes and settles to sleep, her belly full of her mama’s milk.

“We’re in one of the most beautiful places in the world, but nothing beats this view,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss my wife. “We made a masterpiece.”

Wren stares at me, her eyes glowing. “That we did, my love.”

I smooth my fingers gently over our sleeping daughter’s downy blonde hair. She has her mother’s coloring and blue eyes. “Now I have two miracles.”

“Give me a year or so, and we’ll make a third. A little boy with your gorgeous eyes and dark hair.”

The thought of putting another baby inside my wife hardens my cock. Wren sees the desire in my eyes and shifts restlessly on the bed, her cheeks flushing.

“You need my cock, little one?”

Wren nods.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, because Daddy’s hungry,” I say, my eyes on her exposed breasts.

Picking up our daughter, I carry her through to the room set up as a nursery and place her in her cot. I check the baby monitor is switched on before returning to my wife.

She’s spread out naked on the bed, waiting for me. God help me, I’m already as hot as the Hawaiian sun, and I haven’t touched her yet.

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