Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“Say naughty again.”
“Tru.”
“Yes.” I nodded. “I’m never leaving your side.”
He jumped to his feet and pulled me into his arms. “I think we need to move.”
“Nooooo, really? We were already planning on going after graduation…” I shrugged while he reached into his pocket and handed me a key.
I stared at it. “What’s this?”
“Our new house in Bellevue. I was waiting to surprise you.”
“You bought a house!” I shrieked.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. “I was going to ask you to move in with me, but I managed to skip that step right into a proposal and a baby.”
I pressed my face against his chest. “We do things so backward.”
“Meh, we wouldn’t be us if we did things right the first time. Straight lines are boring.”
“Agreed.” I kissed his mouth, then wrapped my arms around his neck. “When can I see the house?”
He twirled me around in his arms. “Once you let me introduce myself.”
“Huh?”
Before I knew it, he was on his knees in front of me again, but this time, he was cupping my hips and pressing his forehead against my stomach in awe. “Hi, baby. I’m going to be your dad.”
I would have married him on the spot by that sentence alone.
And thus began our love story.
Me.
Him.
And a baby.
EPILOGUE
Vaughan
Now
As a backup quarterback in the league making around ten million a year and getting groomed to take over once the franchise quarterback retires in the next four years, I really have no complaints. Beyond that.
It’d been a year.
I had one infant and another baby on the way. How did that even happen? Again, we did things backward, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
My dad never really came around after the divorce, but he was still with Sandra, and they seemed to be happy. Not that I really cared, and my mom? Well, she’s an entirely different story. She decided to start a nonprofit and then after becoming a grandma or in her words “Nana,” she made the choice to start her own nonprofit supporting foster kids along with a new orphanage that she somehow managed to get sponsored by the league.
Apparently, when not controlled by my father or living in fear, she was able to break out of her shell and honestly change lives, and the person she invested in the most?
Tru.
I’d never seen my wife so happy. She finally had the family she wanted—one that she chose. They were so close that sometimes I felt left out, which honestly just put an annoyed smile on my face.
Tru became a mom.
And inherited mine.
It was a beautiful thing, and I was so proud of what they were doing for kids that I felt like I walked around with a constant smile.
My tutor was my enemy.
My first love.
My first loss.
My first betrayal.
And now my wife, an incredible mom, a business owner, standing strong on her own two feet. She didn’t need me—and I loved that we were together because we loved each other.
“I swear”—Tru glared at me through the mirror while I was brushing my teeth—“if you leave your towel on the floor one more time, I’m going to drop-kick your ass into next year!”
I spit out the toothpaste. “Whoa, I’ll pick it up. You’re so touchy these days.”
“Touchy? Touchy?”
Oh shit.
I smirked and backed away slowly. “Listen, you’re very pretty. Hey, do you want a new car? I can buy Adeline a pony? She loves horses.”
“Leave our daughter out of this, and you already spoil her!” Tru lunged for me, then started kissing me. “I’m so horny, and I hate you all at once.”
“You’re pregnant again. Yay for another fun emotional ride where I lock myself in the bathroom and rock back and forth.”
“One time and you were drunk.”
“One time,” I corrected. “And I was drunk because you threatened to build a shank. Again.”
“I was exaggerating.”
“You literally had a random piece of metal in your hand.”
“I was trying to prove myself!”
“In the prison of our own home?”
She shrugged. “Things happen.”
God, I loved this girl. “Come here.”
She whimpered. “I’m sorry. My hormones are just everywhere.”
“Yes.” I grinned and grabbed her ass. “Let’s go take care of that, shall we?”
The end.