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  He sucked and fucked until we were both crying out with ecstasy. His arm wrapped around my waist and hugged me close to him. “Holy shit,” he whispered next to my ear. “How in the hell have I managed to go that long without being inside you? I don’t know if I can ever get enough. I want you again and I’m still inside you.”

  “Why don’t we go home?” I suggested. “We’ll go home and see if Liam is ready to sleep in his room.”

  He stepped away and started to hastily dress. “Don’t put your panties on,” he said in a husky voice. “As soon as Gwen is gone, I’m coming back for round two.”

  I picked them up and handed them to him. “You hold them.”

  He stuffed them into his suit pocket. “God, I’m so going to fuck you all night. We’ll sleep next week.”

  I laughed and quickly dressed. I knew he would follow through with the promise.

  Epilogue

  River

  Four Months Later

  I blew up yet another balloon. I was so lightheaded I was afraid I was going to drop to the floor. “Here,” I said to Lukas. “Add that one to the ceiling.”

  “How many balloons do we really need?” he asked from the stepladder.

  “All the balloons. This has to be perfect. You only graduate once. Well, maybe that isn’t accurate, but this is a big deal. I want it to be perfect. Did you doublecheck the cake?”

  “Yes, dear,” he quipped. “The cake is perfect. Big pillbox hat. Name is correct. Congratulations is spelled correctly. It’s just as you ordered it.”

  “Did your mom RSVP?” I asked. “She told me she wasn’t sure if she could make it. Lori is due any day. Did she go into labor?”

  “I don’t know, babe,” he said as he stepped off the ladder. “I’m sure someone would call us if Lori went into labor. She isn’t due for another two weeks.”

  “But the doctor said she could go anytime,” I reminded him. “I just want this to be perfect. I’ve been planning this graduation party for months.”

  “And it is going to be great. Everyone is going to have fun. You’ve got enough food to feed an army. The cake is fine. Everything is fine.”

  We had decided to get married not long after Lukas proposed as we didn’t see the need to wait any longer. We both wanted a small but intimate ceremony with our family and close friends and it was perfect. I looked around the living room at all the changes. The backyard was also decorated for the party we were having after the graduation. “I think it looks good,” I said. “I’m satisfied, are you?”

  “Babe, I’m so satisfied it should be illegal,” he said with that sexy grin that always made me want to jump his bones.

  “It’s no wonder we don’t have twenty kids,” I grumbled. “You look at me like that and all I can think about is sex.”

  “Get your mind out of the gutter,” he teased. “I’m going to make sure Liam didn’t strip out of his suit.”

  “I don’t know why you’re making him wear a suit,” I said. “He’s four.”

  “Because my son is going to be the best dressed four-year-old there,” he answered as he climbed the stairs. “Dress for success and you will have success.”

  I rolled my eyes. Poor Liam owned more suits than any kid under the age of ten. Lukas loved to dress them alike. Liam didn’t mind, and it was cute, but I loved to give Lukas hell for it. I fluffed a few pillows on the couch and made sure the banner hanging over the kitchen table was centered correctly. Satisfied that the decorations were as good as they were going to get, I slipped on my heels.

  “We’re ready,” Liam declared as he raced downstairs.

  “Let’s do this!”

  We filed into the auditorium with the other family members all eager to see their loved one graduate. “Psst, River!”

  I turned and saw my dad motioning at us. “I saved a row,” he said.

  “Oh, Dad, thank you,” I said.

  We all sat down. I glanced at the program and then the stage. This was a big day for all of us. It was finally happening. It wasn’t long before the lights in the seating area dimmed and the lights on the stage came up.

  I grabbed my camera and zoomed up to the stage. I watched the graduates file in to take their seats. “There he is,” my dad said and slapped my arm. “Do you see him? Do you see our little genius?”

  “Excuse me, excuse me,” I heard Gwen’s voice. “Did I miss it?”

  She sat down on the other side of me. “They’re just starting? Why are you late?”

  “I had a meeting with a client that ran late,” she said. “A real bridezilla.”

  “Are you glad you got into the event-planning business?” I teased.

  She groaned and held up her phone to record Liam taking his place on stage. “I had to graduate at some point. With the rate I was going, Liam was going to graduate high school before I graduated college.”

  I was barely listening to her. I was watching our son on stage of his preschool graduation. He was a spitting image of his daddy. He carried himself with the same confidence Lukas exuded. I was convinced he was the smartest kid in the class, but I was just a little biased.

  When it came time for Liam to get his little diploma rolled up and held with a gold ribbon, I heard shouts and screams from behind us. I turned to see Lukas’s entire family on their feet and clapping. My baby had the biggest cheering section out of every other kid.

  After the graduation, everyone headed back to our place for the party we were hosting. One of us was always hosting a party for one reason or another. It seemed like there was a birthday or anniversary every month.

  The kids were all in the backyard playing and having a grand time while the adults snacked on food provided by Gwen and her catering service, which was also part of her event-planning business.

  “That kid is going places,” my dad said as he came to stand beside me.

  “Yes, he is,” I agreed.

  “I think I can pull some strings and get him into Harvard. Yale should be his second choice.”

  “What about your school?” I asked with a laugh.

  He waved a hand. “Hell no. That boy is Ivy League material.”

  “With the college fund Lukas has been growing for him, he’ll be able to afford both.”

  “Good,” Dad said and nodded. “Being financially sound is a good thing. Higher education is important.”

  “I know,” I said and expected him to mention my wasted degree.

  “How’s it going at the college?” he asked.

  “Good,” I answered. “I’m teaching another class this upcoming semester. I like having a light schedule. Once Liam starts kindergarten, I want to have a flexible schedule.”

  “Do you know which way he’s leaning?” he asked.

  “Leaning?” I questioned.

  “Does it seem like he’s going to be artsy like you?”

  I shrugged. “He’s not interested in art right now, but he might change his mind.”

  “I think he’s lawyer material,” he said. “He’s got the confidence and the brains.”

  I groaned. “Dad, he’s four.”

  He laughed. “I’m not saying we push him right now, but down the road. Right now, it’s too much fun to watch him run around and be a kid.”

  “I agree.”

  He drifted away and I was soon joined by Lukas’s mom. “You’ve made my son pretty happy,” she said.

  “He’s made me happy.”

  “I knew when I met you, you were going to change his life. He needed someone like you. I’m so glad he found you.”

  I watched him chase around his nieces and nephews. “Me too.”

  “Are you guys thinking about buying a bigger house?” she asked casually.

  “What? No. Did he say something?”

  She winked and patted my arm. “I was just thinking it might be time to think about it.”

  She walked away, leaving me mystified by her sixth sense. Lori was standing within earshot. Her baby belly was huge, and she looked miserable.
“I don’t know if she just jinxed you or blessed you, but you better believe it happened. She knows things. Her mama senses are ridiculous. She knew I was pregnant before I did.”

  I smiled in response. “She’s a smart lady.”

  That night after everyone had left and everything had been cleaned up, me and Lukas were stretched out on the couch together. “That was a success,” he said. “You’re getting pretty good at these parties.”

  “It only took me a few years and four birthdays. And don’t you dare bring up his first birthday. I’m still not over that.”

  “As long as you don’t bring up the gender reveal,” he joked.

  “Deal.”

  “I can’t believe our baby is going to be starting kindergarten,” he mused. “It feels like yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital.”

  “And you were completely neurotic about keeping him safe.” I laughed.

  “I learned quick that boys will be boys and trying to stop the rambunctiousness just makes it worse.”

  “I think it was after he fell out of the tree, we both figured out there was no saving him from himself,” I said.

  “Did you ever think this would be our life?” he asked as his hand slid up and down my shin. My legs were stretched across his lap as they so often were. It was how we spent most of our evenings.

  “No, I didn’t. This is the best surprise. I couldn’t have imagined this if I wanted to. It’s the stuff of fairytales.”

  “Liar,” he said with a laugh.

  “I’m serious, but there is one thing I would like to change.”

  He stopped rubbing my legs. “What?”

  “I want to move.”

  He went completely still. “With me?”

  “Of course!”

  “You want to move?” he questioned.

  “You’re the one who said this place is worth more than triple what you bought it for. You’re also the one that said the market is hot and selling now would be wise. I think you said we should sell before there is a downturn.”

  He slowly nodded. “I did, but this is our home.”

  “I think we need a bigger home.”

  He snorted. “You who got pissed that I thought your apartment was too small now thinks this place is too small?”

  “There’s going to be five of us soon,” I said. “I think we’re going to need the room.”

  He looked confused. “Five?”

  I nodded and waited for him to realize what I was saying. “You’re pregnant?” he exclaimed.

  “I am. Congratulations, you’re going to be a daddy again.”

  “Oh damn, baby, I’m thrilled. The doctor said it would take time. You’ve only been off the pill for a few months.”

  “Like we learned the first time, you’re extra potent,” I teased.

  He bent over and kissed me. “I can’t wait.”

  Again, I waited for him to do the math. “Wait, five?” he asked and looked at me with confusion.

  For being a math guy, it took him a little longer than I would have expected. “Yes, five.”

  “I don’t understand. Me, you, Liam, and the baby. That’s four.”

  “Ah, but we’re going to have two babies this time.”

  His face paled and his jaw dropped. “What?”

  “Yep. I went to the doctor. The morning sickness was, well, twice as bad as it was when I was pregnant with Liam. I thought I had a bad case of the flu.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I didn’t want to worry you,” I said. “I really thought it was the flu. I didn’t think I could get pregnant that fast. The doctor heard two heartbeats and then sent me for an ultrasound to confirm it. Two babies, my dear.”

  “Holy shit,” he breathed. He stared at me for several seconds. “Holy shit. I budgeted for one. Two?”

  “We still have Liam’s old stuff,” I reminded him. “We’ll make it work.”

  “Holy shit,” he said again. “Two. You’re right. We need a bigger house. Maybe we can move out to Lakeside. Housing is affordable. We can get twice the house for half the price.”

  I listened to him ramble on about the housing market and interest rates and so on. I knew he was going to take care of me. Of all of us. I never imagined I could have a life like this. I loved how our story was weaving together. Our life was just like art. It was what we made of it.

  “I love you,” he said after he sat quietly for several minutes.

  “I love you.”

  “Liam is going to lose his shit,” he said with a laugh. “Just today he asked if he was ever going to get a baby brother.”

  “He might just get two, or maybe one of each,” I said.

  The thought of having a little girl made me very excited but having three boys just like their daddy was equally exciting. It was all up to fate.

  I had learned to trust it.

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