EPILOGUE
ROCCO
Our honeymoon flewby in a rush of beautiful sights and blissful moments, and we came home a week later, tan and happier than ever.
I opened my email after we got back, checking to see if I’d gotten anything from work.
Del sat down beside me, opening up her own laptop next to me on the couch.
My eyes scanned the email. “Huh.”
“Huh what?” she peered at my computer screen.
“The school’s looking for another guidance counselor. One of them decided to quit to spend more time with her kids,” I explained, still reading the email. “They’re asking if we know anyone interested.”
“Really?” Del leaned over me further. “What are the requirements?”
“Bachelor’s degree.” I shrugged.
“Give me that.” She plucked my laptop off my lap, and quickly typed,
My mate is interested in the position.
She added her degree information, then handed my computer back.
“I didn’t know you wanted to be a counselor,” I said, glancing over at her with a bit of interest.
She shrugged. “I liked being an RA. It won’t be much different than that, and I’d like to keep busy for now. Until…” she trailed off, and shrugged.
“Until?” I prodded.
She blushed a bit. “Until we decide to have kids.”
I put my computer down, and turned to face her. “Is that something you’re considering?”
“Sometimes.” She shrugged, biting her lip.
I tugged her lip free, warning, “Mads.”
She sighed. “Alright, I think I’d like to have kids. Maybe soon. I don’t know.”
“You know.”
“Alright, fine. I think I’d love being a mom. We haven’t been using condoms, so I’ve already been thinking about it. If you could think about it, then—”
I dragged her into my lap and captured her lips in mine, kissing her thoroughly before pulling away. “I would love that,” I told her honestly. “I’d love to have kids whenever you’re ready.”
Her lips split in a small grin. “Really?”
“Hell yes.” I kissed her again, then leaned away. “I’ll warn you, though, it’s hard for werewolves to get pregnant. You have to line your cycle up with the wolf’s, and—”
“We’ll figure it out.” She kissed me, that time.
My hands were on her face, our mouths exploring one another.
I couldn’t help but think that there wasn’t a life more perfect than the one we were living.