Page 136 of Mr. Edwards

But that’s all behind me now. With Grayson’s help, I’ve been able to shed all those toxic layers that have been weighing me down for years.

I’m finally free to be the woman I was always meant to be.

Bonus Epilogue

Seven years later…

I lean the surfboards up against the back of the house and open the sliding doors. Spencer, our four-year-old, the middle child, goes flying past me heading straight for his mother who’s standing by the sink rinsing dishes. He’s a momma’s boy, totally infatuated with her. Can’t say I blame the kid; I feel the same.

“Mommy, I missed you,” he says, throwing his tiny arms around her legs. “I missed you so much.” I chuckle at this, we’ve only been gone an hour tops.

“Hey, sweetie,” Carlee says. “I missed you too. How was the surf?”

“Epic,” he replies.

“Why don’t you run upstairs and get changed out of your wet clothes and I’ll make you some breakfast.”

“Okay, Mommy.” He places a chaste kiss on her hip because that’s as high as he can reach, before turning and fleeing the room.

“Dad-da,” my baby girl screams from her highchair, turning my heart into mush.

I smooth my hand over her soft blonde locks. “Morning,baby girl,” I say, leaning down to brush my lips against her forehead.

Paisley, our first daughter and the baby of the family, gives me the biggest grin and my smile grows when I see remnants of her breakfast smeared around her mouth and all over her chubby cheeks. The love I feel for my kids is indescribable. She’s a mini version of her mom and has me wrapped around her little finger.

I move toward my beautiful wife next, my arms slinking around her waist from behind as I place a lingering kiss on her neck.

“How’s my sunshine this beautiful morning?”

“Don’t touch me,” she grumbles.

My brows furrow. “Why not?” I ask, taken aback by her sass. She wasn’t saying that when I accosted her in bed before taking the boys surfing.

“This is why,” she snaps, drying her hands on the dish towel and retrieving something from the pocket of her shorts. When she turns to face me and holds up the white plastic stick, I grin like a fool. There’s nothing sexier than seeing my woman’s tight body swollen with my child.

“You’re pregnant again?”

“Again, being the operative word here. Jesus, Gray, I’ve only just stopped breastfeeding Paisley. You need to keep that monster in your pants for longer than a damn minute,” she says, gesturing down to my crotch.

I laugh at that because there’s no way she can stay away from my dick. She loves it too much. “No can do, sweetheart, I told you I was going to fill you up with all my babies… I’m a man of my word.”

She drops her chin to her chest and sighs. “Today, Em and I were going to get our drink on. We’ve spent the last few days organizing an impressive cocktail list, but then that thing of yours struck again.”

“Thing?” I raise an eyebrow. “No hating on my dick. This is all your fault.”

Her eyes narrow into slits. “My fault?”

“You’re just too goddamn sexy, the poor guy doesn’t stand a chance when you’re around.”

She growls, literally growls at me. “Well, as of this moment, this body,” she says, pointing to herself, “is a dick-free zone.”

I throw my head back and bark out a laugh at her hollow threat. I’ve endured three pregnancies with this woman, and my cock barely made it out unscathed. She was insatiable, not that I’m complaining.

“Our monstrosity of a home is filling up nicely,” I say, puffing out my chest.

“The rate you’re going, we’ll need to add an extension.”

“Consider it done.” There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my little family.