Page 35 of An Alpha's Romance

EPILOGUE

KEISHA

Two years later.

“Do you, Conner O’Bryan take Keisha Love, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold. In sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“Mrs. O’Bryan, I’m home.” Keisha smiled as her husband came bounding in the door.

“Mr. O’Bryan, you’re home early.” Keisha smiled through her sniffles.

“Beautiful, why are you watching this, again? You know it only makes you more emotional.” Conner smiled sweetly as he came over and tugged her into his lap, and kissed her lips softly.

“Stop it, Conner, I’m too fat to be on your lap.” Keisha pouted, but she snuggled into her husband’s large chest. There was no place she would rather be.

Conner chuckled. “You’re not fat, beautiful. You’re pregnant, big difference. Plus, you have always been tiny.” He kissed her on top of her head.

“Tiny, pfft.” She scoffed. “I’m as big as a house. I can’t even see my feet, and I’m only six months along.” She sighed dramatically. “This is all your fault.”

“I take full responsibility.” Conner gave her the most beautiful smile, and she melted, just like she did each and every time he smiled at her inthatway.

“See, that right there!” She pointed at her husband accusingly. “That smile is the reason I’m like this now.” Keisha threw her hands up in exasperation.

Conner busted out in a full on belly laugh. “I can’t help that I’m irresistible, sweetheart.” He winked at her. “But I’ll try to tone down the smiles from now on.” Conner wiped the smile from his handsome face, but the laughter still danced in his blue eyes.

Keisha leaned up and kissed him. At first, it was a sweet, teasing kiss. Then her ever raging hormones got the best of her, and she deepened the kiss. Keisha was lying sideways across his lap because she could no longer straddle his waist without her belly getting in the way. She did her best to pull him down on top of her, but Conner wasn’t having it.

Keisha tugged at his neck, and he broke the kiss.

She pouted. “Please, Conner.” Keisha batted her lashes because that usually worked. Her husband was a large muscle bound man on the outside, but on the inside, he was a big softy.

“I’m not going to crush you, or my baby.” He kept kissing Keisha, but her frustration started to take over.

“I miss you being on top,” she whined.

“Yeah, well me being on top got you into this mess.” Conner smirked.

Keisha couldn’t help but laugh as she moved to get up. Conner helped her to her feet, and she waddled to the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Conner asked.

“To the bedroom. I want my husband to make love to me, and we both know my flexibility on the couch is limited.” It was Keisha’s turn to smirk as her husband hopped off the couch so fast she thought she married Usain Bolt.

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CONNER

Two months later

“This is your fault!” Keisha screamed as she squeezed his hand tightly.

Conner would never admit it, but the strength of a woman giving birth was like nothing he had ever felt before. He was pretty sure that his wife just broke at least two of his fingers.

“I know baby. I take full responsibility,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

Keisha yelled out again, and the agony in her voice hurt Conner to his core. He hated to hear her in pain, and he wished that he could take it from her.

“Just push, sweetheart. You’re doing great,” Conner encouraged as he wiped the sweat from her brow.