is it....LOVE!?

Epilogue.

Jake.

"Thanks Greg."
I said and stepped off the car. Without further ado, I hurried to the front door. The door swung open before I could reach for the door.

"Hey dad."
Scott's bright blue eyes greeted me.
"Master Scott."
I ruffled his hair and followed him inside.
First thing I noticed was Carter, sitting glumly, backing the TV.

"Cart? What's wrong?"
He mumbled his greeting and crossed his arms in a huff.

"Scott, what's wrong with your brother?"
Scott shrugged and went back to his game of Scrabble.
A six year old, playing Scrabble on his own. It's a wonder.

"Ms Sophia refused to let me skate."
Carter finally opened up.
I shook off my blazer and lowered myself to be eye level with him.

"Why would she do that?"
I played clueless.
Cart loves skating around the house and Sophia hates it.

"I don't know."
I saw the corner of his eyes twitch.
He's lying.
"You don't?"
I asked, frowning deeply into his eyes.

"Well, s-she ssaid I... I could hurt myself badly inside the house."
He stammered
Yep. That frowning card always works on him.
I bit back a smile and arched my brows at him.

"You think she's wrong?"
He shook his head no and looked away.
"Since that's all cleared up, why don't you join Scott in his game and we can all go out later to skate."
His eyes brightened up with excitement.

"Okay."
He skipped off the couch and joined Scott at the coffee table.
Sighing, I loosened my tie and picked up my blazer before heading upstairs.

Don't get me wrong, I was damn tired. All I wanted was a cold shower and some sleep. But aside being Jake Blackwood, I am a dad, a friend, disciplinarian, a husband and confidant.
My family comes first, no matter the time and place.

Black curls covered the pillows and the aircon was on full blast, were the two things I noticed first.
Smiling, I shook my head at her. Pregnant women... One minute, she's cold and the next, she's hot but I found it cute though.
Her arm laid protectively over her bulging stomach.
I undid the buttons on my shirt and dumped it in the laundry basket in the adjoining bathroom before returning to the room.
My wife doesn't like disorder.
I kissed her head softly and brushed her hair out of her face.

Beautiful.

She groaned softly and stretched.
"Hey... Bestie."
She mumbled, opening her eyes.
Moaning, she sat up and tugged off her - my shirt, leaving her bare. Her breasts jingled as she rubbed her eyes.

I fucking love it when she's a baby for me.

"You're not cold?"
I asked in wonder, I couldn't tear my eyes off the sight before me.
I wanted- no, I needed to touch her, I swallowed hard.

She shook her head.
"I'm alright."
She mumbled, mischief flashed in her bright blue eyes.

"I've missed you Jake."
She moaned quietly, her eyes fixed on my chest.
All the tiredness disappeared from my bones and blood slowly draining from my head down south.
"Rose, you know we can't. Your due date is too close, I won't risk you or the baby after so many years of waiting."
I could finally tear my eyes off as my brain registered the kind of danger I would put them in.

I heard a soft whimper, my head jerked in her direction and I sighed.
Her eyes were glassy with tears and her lower lip was quivering.
Shit!
I rushed to her side.

"I'm not beautiful anymore, right?"
She whispered, burying her face in her hands.
"I shouldn't have dyed my hair."
Holding her hands, I pried them off her face, replacing them with mine.