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Epilogue: Chapter 32

Last chapter! Long overdue



4 years later

"Harmony, stop teasing your brother," I said, sighing as I got ready for our annual vacation, this time to Turks & Caicos. I was thinking of the Maldives, but it wasn't very kid friendly and I didn't want my kids drowning. It's a walking diaster if you're a family with children under 12 who can't swim.

I could almost see the it happening. My son running right off one of their wooden bridges into the water. Of course, Theo would save him, but who wants to go through that?

Harmony giggled as her brother glared at her. "Sorry Hayes."

My two year old son huffs, just like his father. "No."

Theodore said the name Hayes sounded like a detective name and so even though our son's actual name is Hezro, everyone calls him Hayes, except for me because who the fuck is Hayes?

"Where is your father?" I said, looking around for the extra toothbrushes.

"He's making breakfast for us,"

I nodded, getting up. "Let's go check on him." I carried Hezro and held Harmony's hand as we walked over to the kitchen where my husband was.

"Yay pancakes!" Harmony squealed, running over to her father.

Theodore smiled, lifting her after he first the last pancake. "Hey, beautiful," he kissed her head. "Hey little man," he chuckled when Hezro fussed in my hands, trying to get to his father. He grabbed Hezro with his free hand and set both of them down in their highchairs.

"What about me?" I asked expectantly.

Theodore raised a brow. "You want me to put you in a highchair?"

I scowled at him. "Why do you–"

"I'm joking," he kissed me, patting my ass. "Let me feed you before we get on this airplane."

"What's with the nice act?" I whispered as he put a plate of pancakes, bacon and eggs in front of all of us.

"Thank you daddy!" Harmony screamed from the top of her lungs before digging in.

"Thank you!" Hezro copied his sister.

"You're welcome,"

I smiled at my cute little children and my husband, who was weirdly out of character. He was being romantic and nice. Usually he's just...him. He was even feeding me. "What's going on?"

He pulled my chair closer and leaned toward my ear. "I woke up next to my beautiful wife and looked at that beautiful kids she gave me and I wanted to do something special, now enjoy it because tomorrow you'll go back to being my whore." He whispered.

I giggled, shaking my head. "As along as you get to be my slut,"

He kissed me and then kissed my cheek. "Always."

"Ew mommy and daddy! No kissies!" Harmony squealed.

Hezro nodded his head. "No kissies!"

"Yes kissies," Theodore sassed, scoffing as his children laughed. "Control your children," he said to me.

I rolled my eyes. "There's my husband," I muttered.

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"It's so beautiful here," I smiled widely, stepping onto the soft white sand of Turks & Caicos. The sun was warm against my skin. The ocean stretched out in endless shades of blue, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and tropical flowers.

Theo rolled his eyes. "Yeah, real beautiful. Just wait until our son tries to drown himself in the ocean."

I glared at him. "Can Theodore Trancy not say a negative thing for twenty fours challenge, go."

"No," he said instantly, shifting Hezro on his hip. Our son was already eyeing the waves like they were calling his name. "I don't think so, Hayes. Don't even think about it."

Hezro pouted. "No fair."

"Yeah, daddy, no fair! Harmony echoed, hands on her hips.

Theodore rolled his eyes. "The disrespect and sass of these two kids." He dramatized.

I elbowed him, laughing. "Oh please, you love it when your children act like you."

He smirked, pressing a kiss to my temple. "I love you...them, maybe around ten to twelve hours a day."

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at my husband. Theo has been obsessed with our kids since they came into being.

A hotel attendant approached us with leis and cool drinks. "Welcome, Mr. And Mrs. Trancy. Your villa is ready, and your luggage has already been delivered."

Theo took his drink, swirling the liquid around before taking a sip. "Mm. This is more like it. I approve."

I rolled my eyes, thanking the attendant as we made our way to the villa. It was stunning—an open-air concept with crisp white décor, wooden accents, and a huge infinity pool overlooking the ocean.

Harmony let out a delighted squeal. "OH MY GOD MOMMY, DADDY! We have our own pool!"

She immediately started kicking off her sandals, but I grabbed her before she could dive in fully clothed. "Not yet, sweetheart. Let's get settled first."

Theo smirked, lounging back against the doorframe. "Let her go. She'll learn to swim. She's a Trancy."

"She's four years old." I shot him a glare. "Do you enjoy giving me stress?"

He didn't even hesitate. "Oh, absolutely. Keeps you on your toes. Keeps you interested." He reached over and tapped my bottom lip with his thumb. "Admit it, you'd be bored without me."

I slapped his hand away, but he was right. Annoyingly right.

Harmony gasped, scandalized. "Are you guys kissie again?"

Hezro scrunched his nose, jerking in his father's arm. "Ew."

Theo sighed dramatically, frowning. "I can't believe I'm being cockblocked in my own home. Betrayed by my own flesh and blood."

"Language!" I burst out laughing, shaking my head. "Come on, let's get changed and go to the beach before the sun sets."

Theo grabbed my waist, pulling me in close. "Finally, my physique needs to be shown to the world, not hidden. I feel so bad for you, wife."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow.

He smirked, shrugging. "You see this body? This is not a dad bod. This is a husband-with-a-hot-wife bod. Gotta make sure all these resort men know they don't stand a chance."

I snorted. "You're ridiculous."

He kissed me, grinning against my lips. "And yet, you're obsessed with me."

"Cocky ass motherfucker." I whispered so the kids didn't hear, rolling my eyes.

And just like that, our first day in paradise began—with laughter, love, and the constant reminder that I had married the cockiest, most ridiculous man alive.

"You fucking whore," he glared at me. "Go take that bikini off."

I glared back, flipping him off. "You're a fucking slut, bitch. Your nipples are all out."

He huffed storming away. "Fuck you, whore."

I stormed beside him, sticking out my tongue. "Fuck you, slut."

And... we've started again. 



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