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“That’s kind of cool,” I admit.
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“No.” Warren’s brows pull together. “What?” I laugh. “Does it give you peace of mind?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down. “Now what about my nudge?”
“Fuck, I love you, little mouse.” Warren’s mouth takes mine before I can tell him I love him too, but he already knows that.
Now I just have to figure out how to get other people around here to realize their love for each other.
I want Z to get the girl, and for Marks to find her hairy thigh man. All in due time. What’s meant to be is in fate’s hands, withmaybe a small nudge from me this time. I am the lady of the house, after all.
Epilogue
WARREN
Icheck the time before closing out my emails, sending the last of the contracts I finalized early this morning. It was rather convenient when Mr. Woods' company ended up going up for sale. His wife didn’t want to deal with it, plus she got the insurance payout. She was in it for the money. Which she only had for a few months before she OD'd.
I was able to swoop in and buy it out from her at bottom dollar. Which worked well in my favor, seeing as all of my warehouses and docks were filled to capacity.
This made it easier to expand. It was a perk that Mr. Woods had gone up in flames. I could start from scratch on the land. Now I have finalized those new warehouses as well. We are growing and expanding, and it appears rather legit to the average eye. Not that I had anything to do with the downfall of the Woods family. They, in the end, were the makers of their own demise.
I pass through the kitchen, giving Chef Marcello a nod. He is busy at work making tons of small bites. It's Wednesday night, and Wednesday is girls' night. I already know where my wife is without having to check.
I head down toward her garden. I pause at the entryway, watching her. The sun is shining down on her, making it appear like there is a halo above her head. She's in one of her dresses that goes to her knees, the wind blowing it as she picks another flower that will decorate the library for tonight. Tova goes all out when her friends are coming over. I love that she has these nights even though I hate being away from her.
When she sees me, her whole face lights up. It hits me right in the chest, igniting emotions in me that only she can. This tiny woman is my whole world. I make my way over to her.
“You remind me of our honeymoon.” I kiss her bare shoulder, which is still sunkissed from our month-long trip where I’d taken her all over Europe, starting in the Netherlands. I mapped out all the best places to visit for flowers. Tova loved every second of it. It was her first time being away from home. I enjoyed watching her experience new things. How her eyes would light up and the smile it brought to her face.
“Because we made this while on it?” Her hand cups the small bump that has formed. “Or the flowers?”
“All of it.” I rest my hand over hers.
“It was wonderful. I can’t wait for Japan next. The blossoms will be…” Tova lets out a dreamy sigh. "Perfection." We’re going next month. It will likely be our last trip before the baby arrives.
"Not sure I can agree with that. I've been all over the world, and the only perfection I have ever seen is you."
"Oh, whatever." Her cheeks pinken, a shy smile taking over her face. "You already got the ring on my finger and the baby in me. No need for the smooth talk."
"I don't think anyone has ever accused me of being a smooth talker."
Tova laughs. "Probably not."
"But as you said, wife, I already have the ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. I have no reason to lie." She is perfect.Everything about her pulls me in. Tova lifts onto her toes, and I press my mouth to hers. "Are you ready to head out?"
"Yes." She digs her fingers into the front of my shirt. "I'm dying to find out. So are the girls. They want to start making little outfits, and so do I."
"Then let's go find out." I take her hand, leading her back through the house and out the front door. The drive to the city isn't too long. We've talked about getting a place there so we can stay when needed, but Tova says she's not in a rush. That she's happy at the farm. If she's happy, then I'm happy. That's all that matters.
“There is no one here,” Tova says when we enter the doctor's front office. “Wait, did you do that?”
“Yes.”
“Of course you did.” She laughs as Dr. Wills comes out to the waiting room herself. Dr. Wills is the best OBGYN in the city. I had her thoroughly vetted. She’s married with a few kids of her own. Which is what I’d wanted: a female that would truly understand the things my wife’s body would be going through.
