I pulled away, my mouth dropping in shock as I processed her words. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she watched me.

“How about a few words from the groom?” The DJ chose that moment to press a mic into my hands.

Was it all planned?

I sucked in a few deep breaths as Devlynn watched me. Her curves were perfectly encased in all that lace, her soft waves curling around one shoulder and begging for my fingers, and those beautiful lips turned up into a sexy smirk. She'd gotten one over on me, that was for damn sure.

I shook my head and ran my hand over my face. “Sorry. Devlynn’s just…dropped a bit of a bomb on me. Apparently, my wife is…we’re expecting a baby.”

Tears burned behind my eyelids as I struggled to hold back the overwhelming emotion. I thrust the mic back into the DJ’s hands as guests cheered. I blocked everything out except her dark gaze locked on me.

I pulled her into my arms, held her tightly, lifted her off her feet, and kissed her like she was my reason.

My reason for breathing.

My reason for living.

My reason for it all.

My life began with her, and it would end with her and our baby.

“I love you so fucking much,” I muttered against the soft flesh of her neck.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

My heart clenched in my chest, and tears pooled in my eyes. I ran one hand up her red waves and inhaled her soft scent. “I can’t wait to get you home and show you how happy I am.”

“I think that’s what got us here in the first place, Brooks.”

“Princess…”

Second Epilogue

SECOND EPILOGUE

Devlynn –Six Years Later

“Can you change the baby's diaper?” I called from down the hall.

“I had the last one,” Elis yelled as he watched the football game.

“Babe, I can’t change the diaper. Seriously, it will make me sick,” I whined as I stepped into the room with Brady wiggling in my arms in only a diaper.

“Shouldn’t he be potty trained by now,” Elis groaned as he stood from the couch.

“He’s only eighteen months old, so no.” I thrust our boy into his arms.

“Jesus.” Elis held Brady’s stinky self at arm’s length. “Come on, buddy. Don’t you want to use the toilet like a big boy?”

“No.”

Ah, there it was. No. One of the few words he knew and used excessively.

“What a bum deal if you’re going to be like this the whole pregnancy,” Elis grumbled good-naturedly as he headed down the hall and into the nursery.

“It’s only at the beginning that my nose is so sensitive.” I rubbed my tummy softly as I followed after them.

“Mommy! Look at our paintings!” the boys called as they entered the nursery with Aunt Sarena in tow.