Page 123 of Wild About You
“Well, I guess love is blindandhas a loss of smell.”
“She likes to wear my workout shirts.” Tyler’s gaze dips over me.
“Do us all a favor and give her one that is a little less…used.” He shudders.
We’re all laughing when Everly comes in.
“Hey.” She walks into the living room. She glances at Tyler, and he nods, then she squeals. “Yay, we’re going to be sisters.”
She comes in for a hug, then starts coughing.
Ash laughs. “Bet you wish your new sister had showered first this morning.”
I stick out my tongue at him. It feels so good to be silly and joke with this group.
“Have you checked your email this morning?” I ask Everly.
“No. Why?”
“Check it.”
She smiles tentatively and pulls it up on her phone. I can see the moment she finds the email. Her face pales and I hold my breath, hoping it’s the same good news I received.
“I got in,” she says, calmly. She looks up from her phone and her smile widens. “I got in to Whittaker!”
EPILOGUE
WE LIKE THE CHAOS
Piper
Four years later
“Everly will be here in an hour,”I yell from the bathroom as I turn on the shower. I smell like baby vomit and dry shampoo.
Two kids under three is no joke.
After Everly got settled in at college, Tyler and I got married and moved into our dream home—Jack’s old house. I can’t believe he held on to it for us. She still has a room here, though she rarely stays anymore except for holidays or an occasional long weekend.
The plan was to wait to have kids and enjoy being together again. But it turns out, we like the chaos.
Tyler is a great father. No surprise there. No matter how tired he is, he makes time to have tea parties with Charlotte and read to Sofia. They have him absolutely wrapped around his finger, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He comes into the bathroom, pulling off his T-shirt and tossing it in the hamper.
“Good. She owes me years of babysitting for looking after her. You know, I found a gray hair today. That’s definitely from her.” He shakes his head. His hair is still full and thick and not at all gray.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he pushes his pants and boxers down.
“Showering.”
“Oh no. That’s my shower. I want five minutes completely alone.”
He looks down at his dick, which is slowly growing hard. “I thought we could shower together. Both girls are sleeping at the same time. It’s a miracle.”
“Alone,” I say again as I step into the warm spray. “Come back in five minutes.”
He groans but disappears.
