My Enemy's Daughter (Edited)

Epilogue 2: Samuel🤴 (Steamy🌶️🥵)

It had been a long day, and it felt good to finally retreat to the quiet sanctuary of our room. I closed the door gently behind us as Fiona smiled at me, her hand resting on her growing belly.

We'd just returned from putting the kids to sleep. I glanced over to the baby monitor in their room. It showed our three children were finally asleep, their cherubic faces angelic in the soft glow of the dimmed lamps.

"They look like such angels," Fiona said with a soft chuckle. "No one would believe the mischief they get up to."

I smiled at that, nodding in agreement. Hannah, our oldest, had been particularly mischievous tonight. "I still can't believe Hannah added extra pepper to William's dinner tonight. Where on earth did she get the spice from?"

Fiona grinned as she sank into the edge of our bed, smoothing the covers with her hands. "Oh, I asked her about that. Apparently, the cook leaves the pepper shaker on the top shelf, and she had to climb on a high stool to reach it."

My eyes widened in shock. "She did what? That's dangerous! What if she'd fallen?"

"Don't worry," Fiona reassured me, placing a hand on her belly as she laughed lightly. "I already spoke to the cook. From now on, everything spicy is being locked away in the cabinets."

I nodded, relieved. That little girl was going to be the death of me with her antics.

"And William?" Fiona sighed, still laughing softly. "He's no better. You know, he retaliated later tonight by putting mayonnaise in her favorite socks. I found out when she started screaming in her room."

I couldn't help the look of horror and amusement that crossed my face. "Mayonnaise? In her socks?" I let out a groan, my disgust evident. "That's awful. We're raising little monsters."

"They're a handful," Fiona agreed, settling herself more comfortably into the bed. She looked tired but content, the soft glow of motherhood and her pregnancy made her look radiant despite the exhaustion I knew she was feeling. I followed her, climbing in beside her and resting against the pillows as I pulled her close.

We fell into a familiar rhythm, our nightly routine of catching up on the day's events while our hands instinctively sought each other's warmth. As I ran my hand absentmindedly over her back, she asked about the business, and I filled her in on the day's developments.

"The shipment arrived on time today, no delays this time," I told her, my voice low so as not to disturb the peace of the night. "But there were some issues with the distribution channels. We'll have to renegotiate the contracts."

Fiona nodded, listening attentively, as she always did. "You'll sort it out," she said with confidence. "You've always been good at that."

I smiled, her faith in me always lifting the weight of my responsibilities. "I don't know what I'd do without your advice," I admitted, meaning every word. She wasn't just my wife; she was my partner in every sense of the word, and her insight into the business had been invaluable over the years.

Yes, I was already a successful business-man before I met her but things got a little shaky after I stopped doing some shady business and straightened my way but Fiona was there to support me through the whole process.

Fiona shifted slightly, wincing a little, and I noticed the tension in her shoulders. Without thinking, I moved my hands to her shoulders, massaging the tight knots there, and she let out a contented sigh.

"That feels amazing," she murmured, closing her eyes and leaning into my touch.

I worked my hands along her shoulders and neck, loosening the muscles there, before moving down to her lower back. She let out a soft moan of relief when I hit a particularly tense spot, her body relaxing beneath my hands.