Yours Suddenly

Epilogue

Two years later

Alexandra

We're in the south of France, in another yacht my husband bought me for my twenty-fourth year.

Hot summer weather. Adrianne and her girlfriend, Viv, kissing by the rail.

Mama and Matthew dancing by the mast.

Tristan, Blake, Logan, Ryan, the rest of the cousins, and the kids swimming in the water below.

Roman carrying our one-and-a-half-year-old son, Cal, who is his dad’s spitting image with his aunt Evie’s grey eye color. He's playing with Rome’s gold watch and I can feel danger in the air. Before my tingling mommy senses force me to act, he pulls back his chubby little arm and launches the watch into the air.

“Oh my —!” I gasp.

The watch flies, glinting in the mid-afternoon sun, and falls into the water below with a tiny splash.

“What happened?” Mama says.

“Cal just threw Rome's watch into the ocean!” I say.

“How much was it?” Mama asks

“Half a million,” Roman drawls. “I can get another one.”

He winks at me. He has a dark stubble that creeps along his defined jaw, and it's so, so sexy, I can’t.

“You're lucky you only have one baby,” I point out. “If two babies threw two half-a-million-dollar watches into the ocean, I doubt you’d be winking.”

He smirks. “Is that your way of saying you want to sleep with me?”

“No,” I say.

“The way you're eye-fucking me right now begs to differ.”

“Okay, language!” Adrianne calls. “Language.”

I take our son from him.

“You can't be throwing things into the ocean, baby,” I say, kissing his chubby cheek. “Now,” I whisper, conspiratorially, to my husband, “what were you saying about another baby?”

He smiles. “I'm ready when you are. Always.”

He kisses me and my heart will soar like this forever.