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He leaned down to brush his lips over my temple, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “I like keeping my girl and our kid happy.”
“Then you need to figure out which house on my street you want to buy and make an offer the owners can’t refuse,” Lorna suggested.
Saxon grinned down at me. “Is that what you want, Sunshine?”
“Yeah.”
And it was exactly what I got when two months later, during the team’s bye week, we moved into a house three doors down from Cole and Lorna.
EPILOGUE
SAXON
“Ican’t eat any more,” Rose groaned dramatically.
Our six-year-old daughter had perfected that tone when she was two.
She slumped in her seat across the table and looked at me with big brown eyes, blinking them innocently.
I heard a muffled laugh next to me and shot Ivy a disgruntled frown. Shoulders shaking, she quickly turned to the high chair where Cameron, our one-year-old son, was waving his hands wildly, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, demanding his next bite. Her shoulders shook silently, and I mentally sighed.
My daughter had me wrapped around her little fingers, and we both knew it. Her tears were my fucking kryptonite. It didn’t help that she was a mini version of her mother.
Suck it up, Powell. You’ve taken on 300-pound linebackers. You can handle one little girl.
“You need to eat a little more of your dinner, baby girl,” I told her firmly.
Her lip puffed out, and she pushed her long black hair out of her face. “But…I’m sooooo full.”
“Sooooo full,” Tyler echoed, mimicking his older sister. Something our two-year-old had learned to do much too quickly.
Fucking hell.
“Fine,” I mumbled. “You can both be done.”
I peeked at Ivy to see her slowly shaking her head at me, an exasperated frown on her face. But her eyes were still dancing merrily. “Sucker.”
“I know,” I muttered.
Rose smiled sweetly, melting my heart. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“Why don’t you help Daddy clear the table, Rose?” Ivy suggested, scooping up another spoonful of food for Cameron.
“Okay!” she chirped, hopping down from her chair.
“Me too!” Tyler shouted.
After we cleaned up dinner, Tyler tugged on my sleeve and gave me a wide, cheesy grin. “Dessoit? I ate all my dinnor!”
I chuckled and lifted him into my arms. “Sure, buddy.”
“Dessert?” Rose squealed, suddenly appearing at my side. “Can I have some ice cream?”
I opened my mouth but shut it when Ivy sighed as she walked into the kitchen with Cameron on her hip.
“I thought your stomach was full, Rose.”
“That’s my dinner stomach, Mommy. I’ll put it in my dessert stomach.”
