“What’s this?” A smile spreads across her face as she takes in the necklace I picked out for her.
“Saylor’s birthstone is a ruby. I thought maybe you might want to wear it today.”
Her face glows. “It’s beautiful.”
I clasp it on for her, and when she turns back, facing me, I tell her. “Not as beautiful as you, Peyton Easton. Now go get ready so I can make you my wife.”
* * *
She is radiant, in white, her hazel eyes shining bright and her smile lighting up the reception. We just took our vows as husband and wife, and now, with hands held, we pass under the arch of swords held by the saber bearers.
We pause and face one another, our friends and family looking on. I pull Peyton to me, kissing the mother of my daughter, my best friend, and the girl who was my one and only booty call.
Her lips are soft, and her eyes close. “I love you,” I tell her, as everyone surrounding us stands, clapping.
She laughs, her cheeks pink from all the attention and I look around the room, grateful that my SEAL family is here. Peyton’s mother holds Saylor, our little girl is already three months old. Commander Miller stands in his dress blues, same as me, and I feel proud to be a part of his family.
“Ready to cut the cake?” I ask, my hand around my bride’s waist. We walk to the gorgeous three-tiered confection and I hand my wife my unsheathed saber, resting my hand over hers as she slices the first piece.
“Hungry?” she asks, picking up the piece and playfully feeding me. Everyone applauds as the band begins to play “Better Together” by Jack Johnson for our first dance.
“God, I love you,” I tell her as we move around the dance floor, we fit together so damn perfectly.
“I love you more,” she says, kissing me. I breathe her in, the love of my life. Hating that I'll be shipping out again in three weeks. “Don’t think about it,” she says. As if reading my mind. “Focus on the here, the now.”
She’s right. One thing I’m learning, now that I have two girls in my life, is that when I’m home, they deserve all of my attention, all of my focus. Because these precious days together are not to be wasted.
“It’s hard to focus on the here,” I whisper. “When all I can think about is taking you to the honeymoon suite.”
She laughs, slapping my butt, not caring that there are a hundred people watching our every move as we dance around the parquet floor. “Well then let’s wrap this party up, husband.”
I twirl her around the floor, both of us laughing, feeling so light, and so utterly in love.
Epilogue II
Peyton
Three years later....
The movers have unpacked the last of our boxes and finally the house is empty. I look around the condo, full of our belongings and try to imagine everything in its place. I pull open the French doors leading to the balcony and step outside.
The hot California sun reflects off the ocean ahead and a smile spreads across my face. Saylor is going to love it here. The beach is just two blocks away and perpetual summer means lots of lazy days building sand castles.
We’ve just been stationed in Coronado Island, outside of San Diego, and my body still needs to adjust to the climate change. Lake City was mild most of the year and I’ve packed away all my sweaters and boots for the next four years and traded them for flip-flops and sundresses.
My phone rings and I pull it out from my back pocket. “Lance,” I call out. “It’s Saylor.” I take the FaceTime call as my husband comes onto the balcony from the garage. “Hey Mom.”
“Hey sweetheart,” she says. “How is the move going?”
“Pretty good.” I reverse the camera and show her the living room. “Lots of work yet, but it will come together.”
“Oh good, I think it was a good decision to keep Saylor here until you’re settled.”
“Can we say hi?” Lance asks.
“Of course, here she is.” My mom lifts Saylor into her lap and our little girl immediately starts telling us all about her day.
“First the library and then Gram got me an ice cream and then we went to the park. The one by Auntie Kendall?”
My daughter has been talking a mile a minute ever since she started babbling instead of crying. She has a lot on her mind, and I love it - hearing the way she thinks.
“And did you thank your gram for everything?” Lance asks.
Saylor nods emphatically. “‘Course Daddy! Oh, can I see my room?”
Lance and I walk through the condo, showing my mom and daughter the kitchen, bathroom, living room. “And this is your room,” I tell her. “Do you still want Daddy to paint it pink?”
“How can you even ask that?” she asks, in all seriousness. Three going on thirteen. “Oh, can I see my brother’s room?”
I smile, Lance running his hand over my five-month-baby-bump. “Yep, it’s right across the hall from you, sweetie.”
We chat for a few more minutes before sending her all our love. “We will see you in a week,” Mom says. Her and my dad are flying with Saylor to our home and they plan on making a vacation of it. How could they not with this gorgeous ocean at our toes?
Kendall, Mila, and Camille have already planned a girl’s weekend for this fall. I have a feeling we will have an ever-revolving door of visitors. Which is more than fine by me. Being a military wife means company is always welcome when my husband is away.
I set my phone on the kitchen island and look around the piles that cover nearly every surface. “We have so much work to do,” I groan, turning toward Lance.
“One thing at a time. And you need to rest, babe. You’ve been on your feet all day.”
I sigh as he pulls me into his arms. “Saylor seemed happy, didn’t she?”
Lance kisses the top of my head. “She sounded great. She’s so lucky to have your parents.”
“Though it’s a good thing we’re having another baby coming. She’s a bit spoiled by them, don’t you think?”
Lance shakes his head. “I don’t know if there is such a thing as too much love from a family.”
I wrap my arms around my husband, knowing he’s right. He spent so many years without the unconditional support from a family, and I know how thankful he is that his daughter won’t have a life like that. Saylor, and this little jellybean I’m carrying now, will always have people in their corner.
“Well, if I’m taking a break,” I say. “You have to take one too.”
Lance grins. “When you say break, what do you mean, specifically?”
I laugh. “I was thinking we could celebrate.”
“What? The new place?”
I shake my head. “Lance, I know you have a lot on your mind, but you can’t go forgetting anniversaries.”
He chuckles, then nods, knowingly. “Oh, you mean our five-year bootyversary?”
I lick my lips. “Oh, so you didn’t forget?”
“What kind of husband would I be to forget our anniversary?” He takes my hand and walks me to the kitchen. “Open the freezer.”
I do as he asks, and inside is an ice cream cake from Marcucci's. My jaw drops. “How did you do this?”
Lance shrugs. “Anything for my girl.”
“Well that totally trumps my gift,” I say.
“Let me decide for myself. What is it?”
I lick my lips, and lift the hem of my sundress, throwing it off - completely naked from head to toe underneath.
Lance reaches for my waist. “Honey, I can promise you this wins.”
I smile as he kisses my neck, my breasts, his hands roaming all over me as if he can’t get enough of my bare skin. He lifts me up, onto the counter and I whimper, so ready for him to take me.
Lance pulls out his thick cock and my pussy is wet, wide awake. It’s been so hectic with the move, that the added bonus is a week alone. Just him and I. The honeymoon we never really had.
“God, I need you,” I tell him as he runs his hand over my slick entrance. I reach for his cock, stroki
ng him as he scoots my booty to the edge of the counter. I tug off Lance’s t shirt, eagerly running my hands over his bare chest, his ladder of abs - my husband is the sexiest SEAL that ever lived. And he is mine. All mine.
He fills me up, and I wrap my arms around him, my baby belly between us. Yes, I’m bigger, but those moments of insecurity after Saylor was born are long gone. Lance has proven to me, day after day, that he loves me, just the way I am.
I have a flashback to one of our early hook-ups, when it was all wild sex and no-strings and I close my eyes, relishing this moment - because this - the promise and commitment - is so much better than a straight-up booty call.
This is everything.
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About Frankie
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom to six who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
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About C.M.
C.M. Seabrook writes hot, steamy romances with possessive bad boys, and the passionate, fiery women who love them. Swoonworthy romances from the heart!
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