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“Oh, I see,” I laughed. “Well, so you know, Iamgoing to marry you. Someone has to take you on.”

“Back atcha, babe. I mean who else would take you?”

“I’m sure I could find another frenemy.”

“Impossible. You only have one best frenemy, and I’d bury anyone who tried to take you from me.”

I covered the baby’s ear that wasn’t pressed to my chest. “You’re turning me on a little, Jamie. I’m pretty sure that’s not allowed in the maternity ward.”

He groaned. “Pretty sure the next six weeks will kill me. I guess we’ll have to fill the time with wedding planning.”

“You? Me? Meet at the altar in six weeks?” I asked.

“Deal.” His lips covered mine, and I knew it would be a long, long, frustrating six weeks indeed.

Epilogue

Jameson

Two months later

“I’m gonna put another baby in you tonight,” I whispered to Willow, holding her close as we swayed to the music.

“Not on your life, hotshot,” she hissed. “I got you a big box of condoms as a wedding present. You’ll break my heart if you don’t use them.”

We were alone on the floor, celebrating our first dance as husband and wife. My mom was holding Baby Jamie—not Frank—at the parents’ table, and it felt as if this were the first moment Willow and I had had alone since he was born.

I loved him to pieces, but he was a little cock-blocker. We were exhausted and had lived on what seemed like zero sleep for the past eight weeks.

Our immediate honeymoon was a single night at a hotel about ten minutes from our mansion, just in case. And it would be a miracle if I could stay awake long enough to impregnate my wife. But I’d give it the old college try.

“Don’t you want a big family?” I asked her, running my hand up her back. “Lots of little Cassels running around.”

“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, laying her head on my shoulder. “What I want is a bath and six solid hours of sleep.”

“How about a shower and four hours?” I offered.

“Throw a cup of warm water on me and give me five hours and you have a deal,” she countered.

“Kinky. I love you so much.” I leaned down and kissed her softly, flipping off Bennett when he wolf-whistled at us.

“I love you, too,” she said. She leaned her head against my chest again, and I started to worry she’d pass out here on the dance floor.

“Let’s go cut the cake,” I suggested, leading her toward the dessert table before our song had ended.

I honestly had no idea how my mother had managed to raise the five of us. Jamie was our first, and we were about dead. I could tease about having another immediately, but I couldn’t fathom how Mom had dealt with Bennett and me being less than a year apart.

“I like cake,” Willow said, a smile tugging at her lips.

“I know you do,” I said.

The wedding had been beautiful, and my wife was stunning. She wore a pale, ivory gown, simple and elegant, and her hair cascaded down her back in big waves. Today was the first time in a while I’d seen it brushed, actually.

Parenting was hard.

We cut the cake, and I gently fed a piece to my wife. She winked as she sucked my finger into her mouth, nipping it softly as I pulled my hand away.

When I bent to take the piece she offered me, the little devil shoved it into my face, smearing frosting across my lips and chin while she giggled hysterically.

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