Redemption(119)

Tyler rolled her eyes as I smiled at Jimmy. I knew he’d find his own way of calling me a fucking dick. I agreed with him, but certainly wasn’t going to let him get away with it.

“I suppose I did, tosser.”

Jimmy smiled. “Muppet.”

I smiled back. “Cheesedick.”

“Cockhole.”

“Fuckwit.”

“Shit for brains.”

Tyler started waving her hands about. “Okay, that’s enough!” She placed her hands on her hips which, in my presence, was like waving a red flag to a bull.

I raised my eyebrow at her and she scowled at me. Oh, the things I’d do if Jimmy wasn’t here.

“Why can’t you two just hug and make up?”

I laughed and looked at Jimmy for a moment. “We are hugging and making up. This is how we do it.”

Tyler shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Men!” She threw her hands up for good measure.

“I love you, too, Rosey.” I winked at her and she scowled at me. She was desperately trying to hide her smile, but was failing miserably.

“Oh, shut up!” She stormed off and, briefly, I saw the huge smile on her face.

I turned to Jimmy. “Yep. She loves me.”

Jimmy shook his head. “And they say romance is dead.”

I watched as Tyler walked further and further away from us, her sexy hips moving as she went. I couldn’t help the sigh. “Not in a fucking million years, Jimmy.”

“So, this is the start of the rest of your life?”

I smiled. I was so fucking happy right now. “Yep,” I answered. “And I can’t fucking wait.”





Epilogue



Dean



Five years later



“Dean!” I heard her scream. “I’m going to kill you!”

I turned to Jeremy and yanked on his sleeve. He was getting really big for a boy of only nine. “I think we’re in trouble, Jeremy. Maybe we should split?”

Jeremy smiled at me. “Yeah. Mom gets scary when she’s pregnant.”

I winked at him and we both made a move to run, but it was too late.

“Where do you think you two are going?” By her side, little Isabella was giggling as she clutched onto Tyler’s dress. She was my little ray of sunshine. At only four-years-old, Isabella was just as feisty and beautiful as Tyler. She had Tyler’s hair and Tyler’s eyes. Over time, Jeremy’s hair had grown darker, but I hoped Isabella never lost hers. She was adorable with her tight blonde waves cascading down her little rosy cheeks.

Isabella giggled harder. “Mommy found the toilet roll.” She looked at me and pointed. “You’re in big trouble, Daddy.” She giggled again.

“And you find that funny? Isabella, I’m disappointed in you. Have a little heart for your father.”

She giggled again and Tyler huffed. Man, she looked pissed…and sexy. She was five months pregnant with our third child. A boy. I wanted to try for another girl after this one was born, but Tyler threatened to chop my dick off. I kind of relented after that.

“Isabella knows you’ve been naughty, Dean. Don’t start twisting it, or I’ll twist something of yours.” She glared at me. I almost reached for my crotch.

I bent down and whispered into Jeremy’s ear, “What shall I do?”

Jeremy quickly turned his head to me, his eyes wide. “Say you’re sorry. Say you’re sorry…quick.”

I straightened and looked at Tyler. “I’m so sorry, Rosey. Can you ever forgive me?” I gave her my best apologetic face and nudged Jeremy. “How was that?” I whispered.

“Great, Dad.” He smiled.

“Don’t think I can’t hear you.” Tyler smiled and placed her hands on her hips.

My eyebrow rose. She knew exactly what that did to me. I had shown her often enough.

“Jeremy, would you mind taking your sister to her room for a moment? I need to have a little chat with your mother.”

Jeremy smiled a little and shook his head. “I don’t mind.” He patted me on the shoulder. “Good luck,” he whispered before taking Isabella’s hand and leading her up the stairs.

As soon as I knew they were gone, I went in for the kill. Tyler stepped back, but her back soon met the wall. “Hmmm… Just where I want you.”

“Don’t touch me, Dean. I’m still angry with you.”

I trailed my finger down her cheek and watched as she shuddered. It made me smile that I could still have this effect on her even after all these years. “I’m sure I can convince you otherwise.” I nibbled her ear a little and heard her breathing speed up.

“I hate you sometimes,” she whispered.

“And I love you all of the time.” I kissed her neck tenderly and gently brushed my thumb over her nipple. It was rock hard, just aching for my mouth to be on it. I wanted to oblige, but not with our son and daughter only a few feet above our heads.