Into The Fire [H.S.]

57

-EPILOGUE-

Harry's POV

Echo is sitting on the beach.

Her blonde hair hanging down her back.

She's watching Hattie run across the sand.

I slide up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.

She leans back against my chest. I let my lips trace a trail across her skin. "Morning Little Shit."

"Morning Tink."

"You didn't wake me." I run my hands over her skin.

"You needed rest. I wore you out." Her tone is smug.

She's been wearing me out a lot lately.

"You need more rest than I do." I nip at her skin.

"Denial is your favorite color." Echo lets out a groan. "Stop it before I turn around and mount you."

"Watch your mouth. My children can fucking here you." I nip at her again.

She turns and grabs my earlobe between her teeth. "I swear to fuck, I will take your pants off and..."

She's interrupted by Hattie who runs over and swats her. "No biting!"

Echo gives me a look that tells me I better get my child. Before she handles it.

I pull my lips into my mouth. I can't help it.

Hattie is 100 percent a daddy's girl.

She sat and watched me trail bite marks across Echo's shoulders and said nothing.

But the minute Echo retaliated here comes my girl.

Echo refers to her as Captain Save a Hoe.

Hattie starts pulling at Echo's body.

"That's mine, daddy. You move."

Echo narrows her eyes. "Ma'am you better knock it off."

"No, you knock-a-off. I sick-a-dis. I done."  Hattie puts her hands on her hips.

I throw my head back laughing. She's so fucking sassy.

"I'm sick of your attitude." Echo shakes her head.

Hattie mocks her. "I no have Ah-atude! You have ah-atude. I sick-a you. GOT IT?"

"Harry I swear to God you better get her." Echo turns to look at me.

She's trying not to laugh.

She's much better at it than I am.

Hattie keeps me in stitches.

She's always getting into something.

Or doing something hilarious.