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Rhys took a step forward, cupped my face with both hands and kissed the ever-loving shit out of me. Then we partied as though nothing had ever happened with Corey. Our cake was made out of cupcakes, of course, and even though it was a crazy night, I was finally Mrs. Ashtyn Cole.
Exactly where the game ended.
Three Years Later
“I’m going to get you!” I warned, chasing the screaming toddler in a circle that went from our dining room, through the kitchen, into the living room, the entryway and then back into the dining room.
Dylan screamed and laughed his response.
“You better go,” I warned again.
“Daddy!” Dylan laughed again. “No!”
I was trying to wear the ball of energy down because Ashtyn and I had a wedding to go to and my mother was coming over to watch him for the night.
Kenny and Abby were taking the plunge. It took Kenny two years to propose, and I was surprised he didn’t do it sooner, but they weren’t on the high-speed roller coaster Ashtyn and I were on. I don’t think anyone was on the ride with us, but I wouldn’t change it.
Corey went to prison and got thirty-seven years for trying to kill me. Ashtyn is now the lead anchor for the evening news, and yours truly has eight Emmys now. Ashtyn has ten, but who’s counting?We got hitched, and then two months later we were pregnant with Dylan. We’re now expecting another. I was hoping for a girl because Romi wasn’t planning on having any more kids. Ethan and Carter only had boys, and both my mother and Ashtyn’s mom begged us over and over to birth a girl as though I could talk to my sperm and tell them they’d better produce a baby with a vagina or else.
“All right, stinker. It’s time to take a nap so I can shower with Mommy.”
“Shower. Mommy?”
I picked him up and started to walk upstairs. “We’re saving water, buddy, because you’re trying to eat us out of house and home. You need to get a job.”
Dylan laughed.
“I know. Your old man is funny.”
“Funny!” he agreed.
I placed Dylan in his crib. “Be a good boy and go night-night, okay?”
He stared up at me and then started to sit up.
“No, no. Close your eyes and when you open them after you wake up, Grammy will be here.”
“Grammy?”
“Yeah, buddy. Uncle Kenny and Auntie Abby are making it official, and I need to make sure he doesn’t chicken out.”
“Chicken nuggets.”
I laughed. “Grammy will make you some for dinner. Take a little nappy, okay?” I gave him his brown teddy bear. “Boo Bear is sleepy. Take a nap with him.”
Dylan snuggled closer to Boo Bear and then closed his eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was my words, the fucking bear, or the fact that I’d chased him around the house for ten minutes. Whatever it was, meant it was go time to save water.
“We need to hurry,” I informed Ashtyn, slipping into the shower behind her.
“I’m ready,” she replied and pushed me until I was sitting on the built-in shower seat. “But you’re not.”
We both looked down at my crotch. “Nothing your mouth can’t fix.”
Ashtyn smirked and without another word got on her knees and then grabbed my dick. It started to harden right away. She sucked. She licked. She did some flicks with her tongue over the tip, and sure enough, I was now rock hard.
“We’re not saving water,” I pointed out.
“What?” she asked, my cock popping out of her mouth.
