Page 118 of Timber's Line

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispers between kisses. I can’t get enough of her kisses.

“I love you.” I kiss her head as we move into the shower. This has become a ritual of ours. We fuck after every fight and then shower together. She’s come out of her shell a little bit, even though she thinks someone will walk in. I told her they could enjoy the show, and she slapped my arm.

We dress and head out to Ever’s SUV.

“You hit like a bitch.” Memphis chuckles.

“Still took you down.” I snicker as he hugs my shoulder. We climb in and head for sushi. Another ritual we started. Our family, by choice, shows up to every fight. London fights, we’re there. Memphis fights, we’re there. Oscar fights, we’re there. And so on. And afterward, we go for sushi. Then, since the guys don’t fill up like the girls do, we pick someone’s house and grill out and swim. Usually, it’s our house because we have a pool. I don’t mind.

Timber and her dad are in a better place now, and I’m happy for them. He and Ivy have started family dinners with just immediate family, and we are always there.

I think back to the day I called Timber a frumpy soccer mom, and I cringe every time. She’s not a frumpy soccer mom. She has curves. If she was skinny like Snow, I would break her. I’ve gotten bigger since we’ve been together. I can lift her like she’s a kitten.

“Your house.” Memphis smirks, and I just roll my eyes.

“I have a new recipe I want to try out,” Ever says. I don’t care what she cooks, she’s one of the best. Timber has been learning from her.

I went on Ever’s show, and it was a hilarious train wreck. I’m not good in the kitchen.

We all file out, pile into cars, and head home.

“I’m happy,” Timber says a little while later. I watch her as she feeds the ducks. We got more after she fell in love with these, and now we have babies.

“I love you.” I pull her to my chest and hold her as she tosses bread to them.

“I love you too.” She sighs.

She’s had many firsts since that fateful night at the finale. Our first fight, our first dog, our first purchase of a car. For the first several months, she had a wall up, a line she didn’t want to cross.

I broke her down and crossed it, obliterated it. I was always her first love, and she was mine. I crossed Timber’s line, and I would do it again, just to love her.