END OF THE BEGINNING

Epilogue

"Get your hands off my delicious waffles." I scolded my husband. Like a deer caught in the headlights, he grinned and returned to the newspaper he was reading.

"Couldn't I get at least a bite?" He pleaded, giving me his best beseeching look. I had to glance away if I didn't want to be influenced by his strong charms.

"No, you've eaten yours up. These belong to me." I moved to another stool beside the kitchen island and pulled my plate of waffles to my side.

A familiar mop of black hair appeared next to my husband. "Mom, don't be so selfish." Blake, my first son scolded me.

I laughed. "Baby, I'm not selfish, your dad is."

Philip raised a brow at me and leaned to pat Blake on his head. "Blake, don't worry about your mother, I'll cure her selfishness."

My cheeks heated. Before I could react, my little boy parted his lips. "Dad, how are you going to do that?"

Philip glanced over at me with darkened eyes. "Don't worry about that, your mom will be a better person when I'm done with her."

Blake jumped up and down with a wide grin. "Yay! Dad, cure mom's selfishness." He skipped out of the kitchen repeating the same words till his voice got drowned somewhere.

"So." I started nervously as Philip abandoned the newspaper and cornered me.

"Let's see how far your selfishness will take you." He teased, brushing the side of my neck with his lips and tracing the curve of my waist with his fingers.

On impulse, I pressed my back against his chest and tilted my neck to the right, allowing him explore every inch of my neck with his torturous lips.

Philip led me away from the stool and lifted me up so I could sit on the surface of the island. When his fingers brushed my exposed thigh, I hissed and bit my lower lip as I stared into his eyes reflection the same burning desire.

A couple of minutes later, our clothes were scattered all over the kitchen as we got lost in each other.

The fact that our six year old son could walk in at any time didn't tick us one bit. All that mattered was where we were in each others arms.

"I love you." Philip whispered against my forehead, breathing heavily.

"I love you too."

We bent to pick up our clothes pooled around us. I slipped back into my white T-shirt and a black yoga pant while my husband pulled on his grey joggers and a white T-shirt.

"Remind me to take this somewhere else next time." I mumbled, eyeing my husband who started pouring himself a glass of water.

He took a sip. "Why?"

I shook my head. "There's no way I'm having sex in the kitchen again."

Like seriously, someone could have walked into us and be scarred for eternity.

Philip grinned mischievously and poured out another glass of water for me. "You've said that over twenty times, yet you still..."

I glared at my husband and he waggled his brows before returning to glimpse at the newspaper before him.

After taking a large gulp of my water, I burped loudly, making Philip observe me in mock horror.

"That's nasty."

I stuck out my tongue just as Blake ran into the kitchen in my direction.

"Sweetheart, You shouldn't run around like that, you could hurt yourself." I crouched, welcoming Blake into my arms.