Page 65 of Big Daddy to Go

Epilogue One

Lexi

A year later.

I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself. As I brush my hair, I hear Kane’s voice talking on the phone. I walk out of the bathroom and into our bedroom.

Kane smiles at me as he sits on our bed in nothing but his underwear. He pats his knee, and I sit down on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Yeah, Mom. Okay, I’ll see you…” Kane trails off. “Soon.”

He hangs up and kisses me.

“Is your mom coming to visit?” I wonder.

“She might visit next weekend,” he explains. “She wants to take you shopping.”

I laugh.

“You mean she wants me to decorate her new apartment?”

Kane isn’t as close to his mother as he is with his dad, but she has started visiting more frequently since I’ve come into the picture.

“Probably. She loves you, you know?” he chuckles against my neck before kissing me softly.

It tickles, making me laugh and causing goosebumps to form.

“I guess since my mom adores you, it’s only right that your mom loves me. But then again, everyone adores you,” I ruffle his bed head as he smirks.

Kane has made quite the impression on my friends and family over the past year. Everyone was freaked out a bit by his resemblance to Jason, but as they have gotten to know Kane, they all realize how truly different he is. Kane trumps Jason in every category.

Even my cousins have jumped on the Kane Jones bandwagon. Of course, that also means that the women in my family have a crush on my man once more. But Kane doesn’t give in to flirtations from other women like Jason did. He would never humiliate me like that.

At Thanksgiving, Briana tried to give Kane a shoulder massage after he mentioned experiencing some tension. He immediately turned around and scowled at her. But he didn’t stop there. In front of the entire family, Kane called Briana out on her shit and stood up for me.

“Don’t be inappropriate. I love your cousin, so the only woman who will put her hands on me is either her or a professional.”

My mother had especially been impressed, and no one has crossed the line since. Kane tolerates my family, but I know he thinks they’re bottom feeders. I couldn’t agree with him more. Other than my mother, I try to limit seeing the rest of my family to once a year.

We choose to spend most of our time with Kane’s father and a few close friends that he works with. And of course, Melanie and Ricky.

“Alright, I have to get ready for work,” I say, standing up.

“I do too,” he pouts. “Busy day.”

“It’s almost the weekend, babe,” I kiss him. “Are you still going to make it to happy hour tonight?”

“Yeah, we’ll take a car service. I’ll meet you at the office at five-thirty.”

“Sounds good,” I say, dropping my towel.

“Looksgood,” Kane growls.

I peek over my shoulder to see him staring at my naked body. We’ve been together for over a year, and I still can’t be naked around him without him wanting to ravish me.

I wonder if it will always be like this or if this is the longest puppy-love stage in the history of relationships.

“Down, boy,” I warn as he adjusts his boxers. “We don’t have time. I have a client meeting in an hour.”