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Authors: A. Zavarelli
REAPER (Boston Underworld Book 2) (28 page)
Epilogue
Sasha
I
’m still half asleep when the creaking of the rocking chair down the hall rouses me.
I glance at the clock and realize that I must have slept through her cries. I’m not in the least surprised that Ronan didn’t.
He once told me he worried he wouldn’t do well with her cries. He was right. Because every time he hears them, he’s the first to her side. She’s got him wrapped around her little finger.
I untangle my hair from my face and pad down the hall, peeking in to find Ronan in the rocking chair.
Saoirse is bundled in his arms, sucking from the bottle in his hand.
He picked the name. A play on my own. I love it. I love everything about my baby girl. And my husband. And the sight of the two of them together right now, even in my sleep deprived state, still steals my breath away.
He leans down and kisses her forehead with the gentlest of touches, and then his eyes meet mine across the room. Even after all this time, he still makes me feel like I’m on a rollercoaster when he looks at me like that. My whole world is off kilter, and yet it’s never been more perfect. Saoirse starts to fuss, and he sets the bottle aside and rubs her back, soothing her almost immediately.
I’m not going to lie and say that I have the same effect on her. I don’t. But that’s just Ronan. He is the balm to both of our troubles. Our calm in the storm. Whenever she’s upset, all he has to do is hold her, and she’s okay. I know the feeling well.
And Ronan certainly doesn’t mind. He likes that he can calm her. Being a parent has changed him so much. Made him see the emotions he is capable of. He’s the proudest father I’ve ever had the fortune to know. The fact that he’s my husband and the father of my child is proof that lightning really can strike twice. I don’t know how I ever got so lucky.
When Saoirse is asleep, he bundles her into the crib and then comes back to me. His hand grazes over my cheek, strong and warm.
“Ye should be sleeping,” he says. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You didn’t,” I tell him.
He kisses me and leads me back down the hall to our bedroom. We’re both exhausted. But I’ve never been happier when he falls in beside me and then rolls me beneath his solid frame.
He kisses my neck and gropes around under my nightgown as I tug his briefs down and free his cock. We can barely keep our eyes open, but we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other either. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed.
He’s moving inside of me while I clutch at his back and he kisses me all over. It doesn’t last. We never do. But these few brief stolen minutes that we get to connect like this are everything to me.
When we both finish, he stays inside of me for a while until his breathing calms. I stroke his back and he’s nearly asleep when I whisper in his ear.
“I need to get back on the pill,” I tell him. “Before I end up like Mack.”
She’s already pregnant again with her second. A fact that she never lets Lachlan forget.
“What’s wrong with that?” Ronan murmurs sleepily. “We make a good baby.”
“We do,” I agree. “But I want to enjoy this one for a while longer before another comes along.”
Ronan falls onto his side and his fingers stroke over my face. “Okay, love.”
And that’s that. Things are pretty much always this easy with Ronan. He doesn’t argue with me unless it’s about my safety.
We just are. We exist in our own little bubble, with the exception of Lachlan and Mack who we see often.
The syndicate is running smoother than it ever has. Ronan manages the club as efficiently as he does everything. And then he comes home to me. Always.
Whatever fears I had, whatever concerns… they don’t exist anymore. I don’t know if it will always be this way. But what I do know, is that Ronan and I will fight to protect what we have.
And God help anyone who ever tries to take that away.
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THE END.
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Acknowledgments
Where do I even begin? I have been blessed with the good fortune of having so many people to thank that you might just want to buckle up for this.
Dani Kermon, my friend and confidante. You’re always there when I need you and helped me through many of my bad days during the last few months. Words can’t express how much that means to me, always.
Melissa Crump. My superstar PA/Admin/BookBestie/ and most importantly my friend. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Like seriously, I think someone might turn me into the lost and found. Counting down the days until BIBC 2017 when I can finally meet you!
My street team, The Dark Rebels. You guys are true rockstars, out there promoting my work and being there to support me. I am awed by all that you do for me.
A. Zavarelli’s fan group. The place where shenanigans abound and there’s always a plethora of men in kilts. You ladies keep me sane. And happy. Thank you for your friendship.
Amy Halter. Beta reader extraordinaire and the woman who inspired nurse Amy~ you are a legend. Never tone it down for anyone ;)
And a special mention to Kristina Lindsey (Chicago 2017 we will make it happen!), Tanaka Kangara, Candace Shuford Kauffmen, Lisa Lajcarov (#weirdosforlife), Agnese Maria Kohn, Belinda Visser, Victoria Stolte, Claudia Bost, and Louise Brodie.
There are a million more, but I’m going to check myself there. This book community is the craziest and best thing to ever happen to me, and I’m so happy to call all of you my friends.
Ciao!