Page 65 of Hopeless Sacrifice
Epilogue
Darrio
Two Years Later
The small boy who lies in my lap shares a smile so similar to his mother’s. But damn if those stormy eyes aren’t all mine.
He’s going to break hearts. We can only hope he has better people skills than Daxdyn.
Or me I suppose.
Kara looks at me from beneath long lashes as I read The Tale of Walton Whitetail for the hundred and eighth time tonight. Kara always insists that I read. She says the kids like my voice.
I think Kara likes my voice. But I’d read this fucking book a million times if it made her happy.
A prideful look is in her gaze as she watches our baby boy fall asleep in my arms.
A deep, warm feeling of love blankets over me as I hold Tomas a little closer. His dark lashes flutter as he starts to doze.
Finally.
Finally, the little demon is asleep.
He’s an angel of course. But he’s also a little shit just like his mother sometimes.
I lower my tone, preparing to read the last page for the last time tonight.
Kara catches my attention as I babble on about foxholes and rabbit holes and … her fingers unsnap her jeans as she holds my gaze.
And the fucking end. Good night, Walton Whitetail. Until we meet again. Tomorrow. And the next night and the next.
As deathly quiet as I possibly can, I slip from the tiny bed. It groans in protest but thank the gods, he stays asleep.
My heart flutters as small snores follow me even after I close the child’s door.
Kara’s arms wrap around me the moment I’m close enough and I sink into her small frame. My lips press against hers slowly, tasting every part of this beautiful woman.
She has this amazing ability to push away everything else until it’s just us.
Until it’s not.
“Mmm, you still have to help Dax and Ryder.” At the sound of her words, my palms halt against her smooth abdomen.
“Dax and Ryder?”
My tongue strokes along hers until she moans into me. Her lips tip up in a smirk against my mouth and I try my best to kiss away her words.
But she doesn’t allow it.
“Ryder and Dax are still reading to Celeste downstairs.”
Celeste. Tomas is the easy one. They’re similar in appearance, but one is a little darling and one is a little asshole.
Just like her father.
“I think we have a few minutes to spare,” I whisper against her mouth before raking my teeth across her bottom lip.
Her sparkling eyes narrow on me but a hint of a smile pulls at her mouth. I’ve always been able to do that to her; piss her off and make her crazy all at the same time.
