Page 30 of Falling for Mr. Wrong (The Rules We Break #2)

Epilogue

Two Years Later

Lyla

T he sound of hammers and Ronnie’s easy laugh filters in from the backyard, mixing with the gulls outside and the faint rush of the tide. I waddle — yes, waddle — down the hall toward the kitchen, carrying a tray of lemonade like it’s a precious artifact.

I’m officially eight months pregnant, and what was once a cute baby bump is now a full-on twin belly that has its own gravitational pull. Damien swears I’m glowing. I swear I’m just sweaty.

I push open the screen door with my hip. “Break time, boys.”

Ronnie looks up from where he’s prying up old boards on the deck. “Well, well, if it isn’t the most beautiful pregnant woman on the coast.”

I grin. “Flattery will get you a bigger slice of pie later.”

Damien takes the tray from me before I can drop it. “You shouldn’t be carrying that,” he says for the hundredth time today.

I roll my eyes but lean into the kiss he presses to my temple. His hands are rough and warm, his T-shirt damp with sweat, and even after all this time — and the chaos of building a family — he still makes my heart trip over itself.

Ronnie gulps his lemonade and nods toward me. “You sure you don’t want me to build an extra crib? You know, in case they’re triplets.”

“Bite your tongue,” I laugh, rubbing my belly. “Two is plenty. And if they’re anything like their father, I’m going to need a nap for the next eighteen years.”

Damien smirks. “If they’re anything like me, they’ll be perfect.”

I shoot Ronnie a look. “See? This is what I have to live with.”

The afternoon drifts on with the smell of sawdust and the sound of easy conversation, and I find myself leaning against the railing, watching Damien work. Two years ago, he walked into my life for real — no more pretending, no more rules — and turned every single fear I had into a reason to hope.

And now, standing in the sunlight with the ocean just beyond us, the man I love building the deck for the home we made together, and our twins kicking like they’re already plotting trouble… I realize my mom was right that day.

All I really needed was to be happy.

And I am.

The love doesn't end here…

Breaking the rules has never been so tempting.

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