Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Sloane Peterson, you are our entire world. We love you more than words can say. Will you do us the incredible honor of being ours? Baby, will you marry me?”
She nods, tears racing down her cheeks.
“Mommy, no cwy,” Camden says, moving to her.
Sloane falls to her knees and wraps him in a hug. Her eyes find mine. “Yes,” she whispers. “A thousand times, yes,” she says, pulling out of the hug and smacking a loud kiss on Camden’s cheek. He giggles and takes off, racing away from us.
Standing, I offer her my hand, helping her do the same. Keeping her hand in mine, I slide the ring onto her finger. She gasps, and I don’t give her time to tell me if she loves it. I know my girl. I know she will. Right now, I need to kiss her more than I need her to tell me how much she loves the ring.
Slipping one arm around her waist, and the other behind her neck, I turn us so that my back is to our family and kiss her like it’s the last time I’ll ever be able to. I take my time, tasting her, hoping she can feel my love for her. A love so big, it will be wrapped around her, around us, for an eternity.
When we finally break the kiss, I press my forehead to hers and hear laughing and clapping. Our family is cheering us on.
“This moment. This day. This life we’re building, it doesn’t get better than this.”
I lean in for another kiss, but strong arms wrap around me. It’s my mom and Sloane’s, as our dads get to her first, and all the while, Camden is running around us in a circle saying, “Mommy, kiss Daddy.”
Best. Fucking. Day. Ever.
Epilogue Sloane
Sloane
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Standing in the bathroom, I glance at my reflection in the mirror. When I lift my hand to push my hair out of my eyes, the gleam of my engagement rings catches my attention.
My engagement ring.
I’m getting married.
When Corie and Knox first started sneaking around and then went public, I never could have dreamed that befriending the guys would lead me to finding the love of my life and having a son.
I know I didn’t give birth to him, but in my heart, Camden is mine. I’m the only mother he’ll ever know, and I don’t take that lightly. No matter how many more children we have, I’ll never treat him any differently or love him any less. He is my son.
I smile as I take in my outfit. My fiancé wasn’t the only one holding one final present. Our parents left about an hour ago, and Baker is locking up the house while I get changed for bed.
I hear him step into the bedroom, and my smile widens. I know from Corie, Rowan, and Bellamy that their husbands loved their outfits, so I can only assume Baker will love this one, as well.
I chose a dark gray bra and panties. The embroidery is white and stands out against the dark color. The band of the bra in the front says Sinclair, the front of the panties reads, Property of 32, and on the back, on the small triangle, it reads, Daddy Sin’s Girl.
I debated on that part. It was a last-minute addition, but it felt important to me to make sure I incorporated that he’s a father. He’s let me into his heart, into his son’s heart, and that’s a rare gift. One that I will never take for granted.
“Sloane, babe, you good in there?” he asks through the door.
“One second,” I call back. One last look in the mirror, and I turn off the light and step out of the bathroom. The bedside lamp is on, just as I was hoping it would be. I don’t make eye contact as I walk to my side of the bed and pull back the covers.
“Oh, no, you don’t, gorgeous. What are you wearing?” he asks. His eyes roam over my body as his long legs carry him to my side of the bed.
Turning, I smile up at him. I open my mouth to speak, but he shakes his head while placing his index finger over my lips. “Shhh,” he whispers. “Let me enjoy this.”
I laugh but keep my mouth shut. His eyes start at my breasts and take their time cataloging what he’s seeing. “Turn around,” he says, his voice gruff with need.
Doing as he says, I turn and show him the back.
“Fuck me, Sloane. Do you have any idea what it does to me seeing my name all over you like this?”
“You remember Jersey Gate, right?” I tease.
“That was child’s play compared to this. My name and number, these sexy scraps of silk say that you’re mine.”
“This does, too.” I turn back to face him and hold my left hand up in the air, and wiggle my fingers.