Breaking The Rules

E P I L O G U E

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THREE YEARS LATER...

"Niklaus Saint-fucking-Clair, I swear to God, if you touch those cookies—"

Nik looked up from the plate, one of them in his hands. I could see him swallow one that he already ate and I swear I could feel my eye twitch.

"What're you gonna do?" He immediately challenged, stalking towards me until he was as close as he could get, my pregnant belly getting in his way. "Kill me? Let's be honest, Kiara, you've threatened that more in the three years we've been together than I've heard in my life—yet I'm still here."

I scowled at him, trying to get away when Nik cupped my cheeks with a tiny smirk. I was cautious as I moved, though being only three months pregnant, maneuvering around the counter as I walked in circles through the kitchen. It didn't take long for Nik to catch me.

"Leave me alone," I grumbled, turning my head so he kissed my cheek instead of my lips. "You're constantly pushing my buttons and you know that I-I can only take so much of your bullshit before I explode a-and—"

"Woah, woah, woah," he let out, his hands going to my waist and pulling me back to him. "Five minutes ago, you were telling me that I can joke around because you're not like those emotional pregnant women and now you're saying I'm making you explode?"

I sniffled and Nik's face fell. "What did I—"

"You yelled at me," I choked out, making Niklaus stare up at the ceiling. I thought he was going to curse the Gods but all he did was smile to himself, eventually meeting my gaze again and kissing my forehead.

Let's just say being pregnant again wasn't as easy as when I was pregnant with the twins. When I was pregnant then, all I did was want to have sex. I'd eat nothing but ice cream with soya sauce and then the second Nik would get home from work, I'd attack. But this pregnancy was a rollercoaster; from constantly crying or yelling to always stuffing my face, that made me more insecure about my weight and how Nik viewed me.

Nik. The guy who was still as head-over-heels in love with me as he was three years ago. The man who would let me sleep in all day while he took care of the kids before even trying to get me out of bed because he wanted me to have as much energy as possible in the morning. The man who didn't hesitate to leave work because the twins were being a handful and I was at my breaking point.

At the end of the day, I always felt so bad for him, and that would always go from being lovey-dovey to ripping his pants off and letting him take me.

"I'm sorry for yelling," he chuckled out, kissing the top of my head. "Come here."

Niklaus sat down on the couch and I slowly shuffled towards him, gasping when he pulled me on his lap, rolling his eyes at my complaints.

"I've had a long day, Kiara," he mumbled out to me, causing me to pause and purse my lips. "Just please let me relax with my wife for five minutes."

I frowned slightly, biting my lip before nodding. Nik helped me adjust so I was turned to the side, sighing quietly and kissing my head. I played with his shirt and was surrounded with my own thoughts until Niklaus helped pull me out of them by running a hand through my hair