Page 223 of Endgame

“Yes.” One kiss to her jaw has her shivering. She’s pressing herself up against me. The love of my fucking life. “Thecollar.”

She sucks in a breath. “This isn’t a good idea tonight.”

“Who said you had a choice?” I part my lips, my teeth grazing her neck in a silent threat.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to shock me because…” Her pulse races against my mouth, her breathing shallow and quick.

I’m not a patient man. Even less so when my wife keeps things from me.

I bite her. Taste her skin.

“Pregnant.” Aurora grasps the lapels of my tux. “I’m pregnant.”

My eyes squeeze shut as emotions race through my body. These feelings, they’d been nothing but words before Aurora walked into my life.

Love.

Obsession.

Possessiveness.

An unrelenting need to keep her and my family safe no matter what.

The power of them slams into my chest like a wrecking ball.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Nia peeps, jumping so she can reach my hand and tap on it. “Daddy?”

“He’s a little surprised, that’s all.” I feel Aurora’s head turning to the side.

“He looks like he’s about to fall on you.” August is worried. I hear it in his voice. “Or something. Dad?”

“I fucking love you. Fuck, Aurora. You’re fucking perfect,” I murmur in her ear.

“I love you too.” Her lips are soft on my throat.

“What’s going on?” both our kids demand. Then, as always, they both scream, “Jinx!”

Fucking adorable. I hope they never change.

Before a second round of bickering starts, this time about who said it first, I stand up taller.

In the hush of the graveyard, I look at her, then at our kids. I swallow around the lump in my throat. Let the immense happiness show by offering them a faint smile. We’ll bring up their future sibling later. At home. Once these feelings aren’t as suffocating.

“Are you okay?” August’s eyes narrow.

“I’m fine,” I manage, thanks to Aurora’s steady hands on my chest. She helps me breathe. “All right, you two. Why don’t you recite what you practiced so well at home?”

In other words, our kids are going to officiate their parents.

This is a private ceremony for our family alone.

Stafford was the only one invited, but he couldn’t join us.

After Winston and Molly were thrown behind bars for abusing a minor and the murder of my sister, Aurora’s mother, he bought their business for cheap. Paid them thirty cents on the dollar since no one wanted anywhere near it.

Aurora was excited about it. She wasn’t interested in their empire, their wealth.

Being my wife means she’ll never want for anything.