Epilogue

Five years later…

Samantha's POV:

"Lucy!" I groaned in frustration as my daughter kept running around the house, refusing to eat. She was just like her dad, stubborn and naughty and yes, he was right about the gender and I didn't hear the end of it when she was born.

"I'm not hungry, mommy." She replied with her puppy dog eyes.

Not gonna fall for that, young lady.

"Come back here. Now." I placed my hands on my hip, giving her a stern look. 

"You are so rude." She pouted and walked towards me grumpily while I had my jaw hanging to the floor.

"Daddy never forces me to eat peas. I hate peas." She whined as I scooped her into my arms and placed her on the chair in front of the dining table.

"Well, it's good for your health. Your dad spoils you too much." I explained, placing the napkin on her lap, and I started feeding her slowly. 

It has been five years since Lucy was born. Nate and I got married immediately after her birth. It wasn't anything huge or fancy. It was a very intimate affair, just the way I liked it with only our close friends and his family. He was still working at the company but now he was promoted as the senior project manager.

And for me, I had to quit my job soon after Lucy was born since I sucked at multi-tasking. I couldn't take my eyes off her even for a second even though I was working from home. I would get so paranoid and worried that something would happen to her if I wasn't paying attention. 

Basic motherly instincts.

Last year, I started developing a game out of boredom at home which turned out to be a huge success. I got many offers from clients all over the world and that's when I decided to work on my own instead of working for a company. Nate helped me to set up a home office and things were going pretty well for now. 

"Mommy, when will daddy come home?" My thoughts were interrupted by the sweet voice of my daughter who tried to wiggle herself out of the chair. She really can't remain seated for more than fifteen minutes. 

I really wish I had her energy sometimes. 

"It's almost 7 pm. He should be here anytime, baby." I replied and started to clear the table. 

"Daddy said that Theodore would be visiting us tomorrow and we are going to have a play date." My eyes bulged out of my sockets. 

Play date?

"Did he?" I asked in a surprised tone as she sat on the couch with her coloring book in her hand. She was obsessed with drawing, coloring and all that stuff.

"Yes, I'm so excited. Ted is also bringing brownies that his mom bakes. It's so delicious. Nom nom." She closed her eyes, rubbing her stomach. I chuckled at her cuteness and sat down next to her. 

"What about my brownies?" I asked with a pout and she seemed to ponder over it for a moment. 

"They are okay." She replied after a while, making me gasp. I pretended to be offended. 

To be honest, I really sucked at it.

We both heard the front door open and turned our heads to the side to see Nate walking in with his tie hanging loosely around his neck, his shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing his sexy muscular forearms and his hair was all messy. My hands itched to run across his soft hair and touch his abs all the way down to his—

Dammit, horny as always!

"Hello there, my beautiful ladies." He immediately broke into a huge grin when he saw us seated on the couch and threw his bag aside. He lifted Lucy and spun her around causing her to giggle. 

"God, I missed you so much." He kissed her chubby cheeks and my heart swelled at the sight of them, "Did you miss daddy?" he asked, paying no attention to me. I frowned a little and cleared my throat. 

Not a glance! How rude!

"Yes, I missed you. Mommy forced me to eat peas and told that you spoil me too much." She pouted and I tried so hard to control my smile and maintain a straight face. 

"You don't mind her, baby. Shall I tell you a secret?" he whispered closer to her ears and I raised my eyebrows, watching them team up against me. He said something to her and they both started to laugh looking at me. 

"Alright, I see how it is. No extra TV time for you." I pointed at Lucy and continued, "And for you Mr. Wilson, no dinner and I hope you know what I mean by 'dinner'." I smirked, stressing the word dinner, and continued to walk away from them. 

"Oops! Daddy is in trouble now. I'll be right back, sweetheart." He kissed her forehead and placed her on the couch. He pulled me by my waist in one swift movement causing me to crash against his chiseled chest. 

"Not so fast, Mrs. Wilson." He whispered against my ears, sending shivers down my spine. 

Aww, Mrs. Wilson!

I still get excited, as if it's the first time, when someone calls me 'Mrs. Wilson.'

"She is becoming just like you. All witty and stubborn." I glared, pushing him away. 

"She is my daughter after all, baby girl." He pulled me closer and nuzzled my neck. 

"What was that playdate with Theodore? I didn't know about it." 

"Rebecca has work at school tomorrow so she is dropping him off at our house. I guess it slipped my mind." He explained and I nodded in understanding. 

"See, you are already forgetting to tell me things. I'm not important anymore," I mumbled under my breath and he started to laugh out loud.

"God, you are so cute. I think the roles have changed. You are acting like a baby now." I pulled back and glared at him before stomping off upstairs. 

"Alright, I was just kidding. You are still my baby." He called out and hugged me from behind as I walked inside our room. He started to kiss my neck, making me go weak in my legs. 

"Stop it." I breathed out, moving my neck to the other side, giving him more access. 

"Are you sure?" he spoke against my skin, caressing my boobs with one hand while his other hand was already under my short summer dress. 

"You smell so good." I started to breath heavily as he backed us up against the nearest wall, "Are you still mad?" he asked, pushing the straps of my dress aside, placing wet kisses on my shoulder. 

"Yeah. Oh god!" I moaned as he slipped his hands inside my panty. 

"Still?" he breathed out, rubbing my wet folds and I bit my lip to prevent my moans which were exciting him further. 

"Nate..." I whimpered, loving the feel of his fingers teasing my dripping core.

"You can't stay mad at me, baby girl." He twirled me around so that I was facing him now and he crashed his lips to mine hastily. He was right though. I started to push myself closer to him and felt his hard dick poking my stomach.

Oh god! Lucy was just downstairs and she could walk in on us anytime. 

"Nate! Lucy could walk in. We should stop." I rushed out, trying to control myself and he groaned in frustration. 

"Yeah, you are right." He buried his head between the crook of my neck and let out a huge sigh. 

"Let me go put her to bed and then," he paused, running his eyes all over my body, licking his lips hungrily.

Fuck me!

Would I ever get tired of the way he looked at me?

"I'm going to fuck you so hard all night," he finished with a sexy smirk, and a small blush crept onto my already flushed face. 

"I'll be right back." He kissed my forehead and started to walk towards the door, but he stopped midway and turned around. 

"FYI, I missed my favorite girl so much more." He winked and walked away, making me blush yet again. A huge grin broke out on my face, and I fell back on the bed with a content sigh realizing how much I loved that crazy husband of mine.

We did have our fair share of fights and arguments every now and then, but at the end of the day, he always showed me how much he loved me through simple actions like holding me tight and falling asleep without saying a single word even if we were mad at each other. I could honestly never stay angry at him for more than a day, and that was how I knew for a fact that even though we were both crazy and imperfect, together, we were perfect for each other.

*The End.*