Page 51 of Hot Rucking Canadian

“We’ll tell her together.”

And the next day, we did.

Epilogue

Isaiah

“Okay, like this is…wow.”

Becca, the latest infant tucked against her arm, grinned. “Yeah, I thought you’d be impressed.”

“We were gone for two weeks. Played three games.” I spun around the living room. “I come home and everything’s done.”

Mama wrapped an arm around my waist. “Your man was particularly helpful.”

I arched an eyebrow.

Becca laughed. “We told him what to do, and he did it. You picked the perfect partner.”

In more ways than one. Travis might be a pussycat when with others—happy to go along and be amiable. In bed? A dominating tiger who took me to new heights of pleasure every night. Then my words from our last night in New Zealand flashed in my mind. "You be my man now—you're family. You just inherited all these relatives."

He’d understood. Then he’d gotten down on one knee—before Nana and my entire family—and asked me to marry him. Oh,and he’d told me we had Mama’s blessing. He’d called and asked her. He’d begged her to fly out for that moment, but she truly couldn’t get away.

I’d accepted, of course.

And our first night back in Vancouver, we’d taken Mama out to the Top of Vancouver Restaurant.

In her entire life, she’d never gone to the revolving restaurant.

I loved we were able to give that to her.

I loved that she demanded Travis sit across from her so she could hold his hand on the table and offer a watery smile as she made him promise to take care of me.

Then she’d turned to me and demanded I make the same commitment.

Of course I had. Without hesitation.

We closed on the house the next day.

And wow, it probably should’ve been torn down. But I loved the old bones and, after seven weeks of intense work, she’d finally been ready for us to move in.

Then I’d gone for the away games.

Travis had stayed behind—promising I’d be thrilled when I returned.

Becca and Mama ensured that happened.

As Mama gave me a tour, she pointed out something each team member had given as a gift. From a vase Jason claimed he’d chosen himself—which I totally believed—to the huge team photo, signed by everyone, that Johnnie had framed.

I’d teared up.

Roger and Becca’s gift was a stunning comforter in purples, golds, greens, and blues.

Well, their second gift.

The first had been asking Travis and me to be godparents to their fifth child.

Badarse might’ve sputtered—pointing out that two atheists as godparents maybe wasn’t the best idea.

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