ALANA

EPILOGUE

ALANA

"Momma?" Ace asks coming into the bathroom, as I'm standing by the counter, looking through my necklaces.

"Yes honey." I put away the jewelry options I was looking at, to listen to him. I sit on my haunches to be face level with him, holding his little hands.

"Did you see daddy and me going outside after breakfast?" He asks. I brush back his soft hair and laugh.

"I did. Why, is something wrong?" I ask him.

"No. Daddy was ask-- I am asking, why you didn't ask us where we were going." he inquires. My mouth tilts.

"Mhm." I stand from my position, rounding the corner and seeing Ares standing outside the bathroom door. Like a little spy. If only he weren't huge. "What are you trying to make our son do, Ares?" I laugh.

"He asked you a question, baby. Why didn't you ask where we were going? Is it because you don't care anymore?" he asks. I snicker.

"What is it with you these days? You're being so clingy." I laugh, hooking my arms around his neck. God he's tall. "I still very much care about what you're doing, babe. But you know, I was busy with wedding stuff." I shrug.

"How the fuck--" I glare. "How is Griffin's shotgun wedding, cockblocking me?" He growls.

"Ares!" I scold.

"He can't hear us, little sheep." My husbands eyes are amused.

"There is just alot to do around here, and how are you anything blocked, we did it just yesterday morning." I accuse.

"Yesterday morning? We're not sixty yet, darling. I always want to fuck you." He smirks when I gasp in horror.

"You are crude. Besides, I only have a few more things to get done for todays dinner, then, I will be all yours again." I kiss his lips. "Can you help me decide which dress I should wear to dinner? I've been conflicted all morning." I pout. He kisses me and nods.

He ends up choosing the pink one I wanted all along, which makes me smile. His reasoning was that he liked the color.

"Ace?" I call out, my eyebrows knitting when I notice the silence in the bathroom. He's been in there alone for a while.

"Sí." He comes out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing in there so quitely?" I ask.

"I was looking at the salts." He says truthfully. I believe him, he gets mesmerized by the bath salt jars we keep in there. "Can I go downstairs to Nonna? She made lemon bars." He asks me. I smile.

"Sí, baby, just make sure you help her, she has Amelia too." I kiss his head before he runs out of the room. My mother-in-law is helpful with the kids. I am forever grateful.

"Bye, daddy!" he calls behind him, which makes me laugh.

"We make the cutest babies." I gush.

"Yeah? You wanna make another one?" Ares smirks.

"Absolutely not. I've barely deflated from having our 6 month old." I glare at him.

"You are perfect baby. You get sexier everyday." He remarks, trailing kisses down my neck. He nips at the sensitive skin of my nape, and I release an involuntary whimper.

"Fuck, little sheep." Ares groans against me, coming back up to kiss me on the lips.

When he pulls back to look into my eyes, his green ones are soft. They look filled with love.