Page 29 of Until Presley (Happily Ever Alpha World)

HAM

SIX YEARS LATER

S itting in my beach chair, with my mom on one side of me and my brother in his wheelchair on the other, I watch my wife and children. Win has a special wheelchair that keeps him in a primarily supine position, with his head and legs at a different level so he’s comfortable.

A couple of years ago we walked into Win’s room, and it was as if he just woke up.

He was communicating a bit and recalled events.

The doctors were excited and said he could go out for short day trips.

We take him home and to the beach every chance we can.

Today is another beach excursion. The kids love the water and are little fish on their own.

I watch as my wife plays in the water with our two sons and baby girl.

The boys, Mathias, who is six now, and Rhodes, who is four, both are protective of their little sister, who is just over one.

Hali is my little princess. She is petite like her mother, with blond hair and ocean-blue green eyes.

She’s the perfect little miniature of Presley.

After the attacks on my wife and my overprotectiveness, Walker pulled me aside and told me some of the stories from the Mayson family and the curse.

I realized that I might have faced that curse, but what I gained from it was so much better than I could have ever dreamed of. My family is everything to me.

Before I met Presley, I was just going through the motions of life.

I would go out with Otto and watch over him.

I would visit Win and work all the time.

I didn’t realize what I was missing until my wife blew me a kiss.

I don’t care about the curse. What I like is the Boom that was created the moment she looked at me.

Presley lifts Hali in her arms, and the boys walk with her up to where we are sitting.

“Uncle Win, I got you a shell.” Rhodes holds up a small shell and puts it in Winslow’s hand.

Spending time with the kids has been good for Win. His room is now decorated with pictures of the kids and drawings they’ve done for him.

“Thank. You,” Win says with a smile on his face.

I stand from my chair and lift my son up so Win can cuddle him for a moment. I wrap my arm around my wife when I put Rhodes down, and Hali leans into me.

“I’ll take her,” mom says, stepping forward to lift Hali into her arms.

“She’s ready for her nap, Mom. Are you sure you want to hold her?” Presley questions her, and my mom beams.

Shortly after we got married, Presley started calling her Mom instead of Flo, and it brought a lot of joy to my mom.

My little family has healed the pain of my brother and mother.

Every day we have with Mom is a blessing.

Her MS still gives her issues, but she wants to spend as much time with her grandbabies as she can, and it seems to have healed her morale a lot.

I take my wife’s hand and lead her to the beach, where I take her deeper into the water. The boys are playing in the sand with my mother watching. I pull Presley into my arms, kissing her deeply as she wraps around me.

“So, I have something to tell you, honey,” she purrs against my neck, and I feel her little tongue slide against my skin. I want her but can’t take her on this public beach. When I get home, I’ll be all over her.

“What you got, baby?” I ask and pull on her braid to tip her head back to look at me.

“You did it again.” She smiles wide, her beautiful eyes shine in the sunshine.

“I did what again?” I lean my head down and nibble her neck.

“Got me pregnant.” She moans, and I pull back from her.

“Really?”

“Yep.”

I wrap her around me and kiss her deep and hard. Until Presley, I had no clue what real love was.