“You love her,” Mom says. It’s not a question.

“I do.” Marco still answers it.

“And I love him.” His hold on me tightens. “You know I have to breathe?”

“Well then. I, ah—”

“You should call,” I fill in for her. “If you want. That’s on you guys, but you can’t just show up.” I give them the truth.

“We don’t have that privilege,” my mom says in understanding.

“No.” I shake my head. Liza could. So could her parents.

“We’ve made mistakes.” My father speaks.

“But we do love you,” Mom adds softly. My resolve crumbles a bit at their soft tone.

“Thank you. For showing up for once.” It may not be the way I imagined them showing they care about me, but it’s a start in the right direction.

“I’ve got her. Pull the people that you have checking in on her or I’ll find and pull them myself.”

“I think that’s already been done if she’s here.” Mom glanced around Marco’s house. “But we hear you.” With that, they go, leaving Marco and me standing there. My head is still spinning.

“I really didn’t think parents meeting the boyfriend was as dramatic as people made it. I was really wrong on that one.”

“Boyfriend?” Marco grunts as though that title isn’t enough, spinning me around to face him. I pull him down to kiss me.

I’m not wrong about this one.

Epilogue

Marco

Years later

Thick snowflakes start to fall. One hell of a storm is rolling into town. They’ve already called off the school and are shutting down the town for the next two days. My angel is more than pissed about it. I’ll have to hide my pleasure. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. I enjoy nothing more than being locked away with my wife for a few days.

Normally she wouldn’t mind either, but the annual town Christmas party is in a week. It’s her first one as acting mayor of Snow Hills. I know she wants it to go off without a hitch, and it will. Even if I have to glitter decorations myself and serve hot chocolate. Between my Eve and Liza, those women can get anything done they set their minds to.

Eve can be an Energizer Bunny at times, and I love fucking her until she’s exhausted, making her come over and over until she passes out. I lick my lips thinking about it. Actually, I’m going to steal myself a taste right now. She should have known I would when she walked out of the house in a dress today, one that showed off more of her than I cared for. I think she was taunting me with it, knowing I was hard up for getting my mouth between her legs.

I woke up this morning with her climbing on top of me, the words I’m ovulating slipping past her lips as her wet heat dropped down on my cock. In a heartbeat, I had her pinned under me. My plan had been to take her, then eat her and take her again. I only got to do the first before our four-year-old twins were knocking on the door. I love them, but they can really be little cockblockers.