by Lietha Wards
It wasn’t a light peck or an affectionate brush of his mouth this time. It was hard, tongue delving, and oh lord, she couldn’t think anymore.
EPILOGUE
Six weeks later, on the day that Angel had her cast removed, they were married. Alex had told her everything, and Angel understood his actions. All along, he’d been protecting his mother. Although she’d never thought of Alex as being a selfish man, the fact that he’d planned to give up his happiness for his mother’s sake was astonishing. Especially since he’d professed his love to her repeatedly since that day in the hospital when she’d woken up with his ring on her finger.
Neither one of the brothers would tell her what had gotten rid of Lucy, but she figured it had to do with a large sum of money. As for Max, he was a good kid, and despite her feelings for his mother, Angel really liked him. Although Bea doted on him like a grandchild, Alex made her swear never to tell his mother the truth because of her health. Angel agreed with him. Max soaked up the attention, and Bea seemed to enjoy doting on him.
For their honeymoon, he’d taken her to Europe for a month so she could live out her fantasy of seeing the great artworks there. Her father was so grateful for her survival that he dropped the subject of her becoming a lawyer. Alex constructed a studio in one of the spare rooms just for her so she could spend her days doing something she loved.
All the pain she had gone through in the past months, both emotional and physical, were worth it. She had never hoped for such happiness. Her husband was attentive, and she loved him more than she thought possible.
That day, she sat on a chair in front of her easel. She was working on a new painting when Alex walked into the room. He sported one of those heart-melting grins she loved.
“I knew I’d find you here,” he said, circling around behind her to bend down and kiss her on the neck while running his hands over her swollen belly. “How’s my son?”
“Active.” She smiled, setting down her brush.
“Good. He’ll be riding before he’s walking.”
She turned to him. “I wouldn’t expect anything different.”
He kissed her. “Why don’t you take a break and come show your husband how much you love him?”
She laughed. “I did, just this morning.”
“Hmm, I must’ve forgotten.”
“You cad,” she giggled.
He bent down and scooped her up in his arms, causing her to squeal. “God, Alex, you’ll break your back!”
“You weigh nothing,” he said, taking her mouth while walking out of the room towards their bedroom. “The house is empty, and I want to hear you make some noise,” he growled sexily.
Her response was another laugh, which was quickly smothered by his lips.
~THE END~