WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Seventy-Two (Rafe) S4

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

Rafe

18 months later...

"No, don't throw that, that's going to make such a huge mess if you- and you threw it... Great. Mommy's going to flip the fuck out on me now. You just threw juice all over the nice new carpet... Shit." I stand up and look at the damage caused by my fifteen-month-old daughter. She's got Alana's tongue and temper even though she can barely talk. It's just nonsense words but strangely enough we understand everything she says.

Leah looks at me and smiles and then sticks her tongue out to blow raspberries at me. Alana's rule has been no eating or drinking in the living room since she picked out the new carpet for in there. Leah and I were watching Encanto for the tenth time today and I decided to let her have her sippy cup in the living room.

Toddlers and grape juice aren't a smart mix. Especially not with a new carpet that your wife has had strict rules for. It's fucking everywhere. The carpet, the sofa, the hardwood that's past the carpet...

"Okay.. We need a game plan, kid. I can... I can tell Mommy that you threw up. She'll believe that. You have a sensitive tummy anyways, kid." Damn it. Lying to my wife... Because I was too lazy to just give her juice across the room. I mean, she can still see the movie playing from the dining room and the kitchen, why the hell didn't I just drag her in there to drink her juice?

She's not even supposed to have juice. Alana's super dramatic and thinks juice will rot her teeth out before they're even fully formed. So she's breast milk and water and if she has any juice it has to be watered down apple.

I fucked up. Like usual.

Alana comes home from a showing for a property she's selling and sees me trying to spray some cleaner onto the rug. Leah is sitting on the couch and watching the movie with her thumb in her mouth and teddy bear under her arm that used to belong to Alana when she was a kid.

"Rafe... That better be vomit."

"It is." I lie without even looking at her. "You were right. She can't have juice... Hurts her stomach."

Alana raises a brow at me. "Really now? Then why is the cup still on the floor."

Fuck. All The way. Off.

"It's fine... We can get a carpet shampooer or... We can get a new carpet. A darker colored one maybe because..." She claps her hands together. "I sold the property! A two-million-dollar home! Can you believe it!?"

I rise to my feet and pick her up in my arms, spinning her around and kissing her passionately. "Holy shit! You did it, baby! I'm so proud of you. Holy fuck!"

We still have plenty of money put away. So much in fact Leah will never have to work a day in her life if she doesn't want to but Alana wants to drill good workmanship skills into her at a young age. I've kind of been loving that I run Dad's old company and there's so little for me to do that I just have to review a few emails here and there and sometimes sign off on a few things but everything else gets done for me.

I've sort of become a stay-at-home dad and Alana goes out and gets to sell properties, host showings and open houses. Her favorite though? When it's an older property she can put together all the pieces of the history and present it as a historical artifact to buyers.

She's so fucking brilliant and good at what she does. One of the properties she sold recently wasn't even in Kildare, she got a call to head up to Charleston and sell an old estate there. She marketed it to be sold as a museum. To keep everything how it is but only tweak it enough to make it safe for visitors. The buyer loved the idea so much she got an even higher percentage for selling it.