Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Okay, I think I got it,” Gabriella turns to walk inside. “I’ll be ready in ten minutes.” She closes the door behind her, and I just sit here for a second in his arms.
“Have I told you I love you?” he asks, and I look up at him, the smile on my face getting even bigger, making my eyes almost squish closed.
“Not lately,” I reply honestly.
“I love you,” he repeats, and my heart literally flips in my chest. My hand comes up to hold his cheek as he bends his head to kiss me. My tongue slides into his mouth, the both of us needy. I turn in his arms, getting on my knees in the middle of his legs. My hands go from his chest up to his neck, while his hands go from my hips to my ass, pulling me into him. He turns his head to deepen the kiss when I hear Penelope yell from behind us.
“Gabriella says stop making out and come see the pictures!” I let go of his lips, looking over my shoulder for Penelope, who isn’t even there anymore.
“One of these days,” Tristan vows, getting up now and holding out his hands to help me up, “I’m going to make out with you and fuck you without worrying about being interrupted.”
“Promise?” I say, standing and slipping my fingers with his.
“You can bet on it,” he kisses me softly, and I believe him.
Fifteen minutes later, we both post on Instagram at the same time. Two pictures, one of the four of us and the other one of just the two of us.
My caption reads, Baby makes four.
I hand him my phone, and he hands me his as I read his caption.
Made for Us.
EPILOGUE ONE
TRISTAN
I type out the words for my Instagram and press enter. I watch the circle on top to make sure it’s posted before I look over at Abigail, who is still typing. She looks at me and hands me her phone while I hand her mine. I look down and read her caption.
Baby makes four.
I smile at her as she looks down at mine and then looks back up with tears in her eyes. “Yours is so much better than mine,” she sniffles, wiping the tears from her eyes. The phone pings in her hand nonstop. “People are commenting on your post.” She hands me back my phone.
I look down and see I already have two hundred and seventy-one comments. I open the app just to see if they are nasty comments. They are all polite, except for Christopher, who put a comment.
Are you going to put a ring on it also?
I laugh and show Abigail, who looks over and laughs, shaking her head. I’m about to answer him when Matty chimes in.
I thought they were engaged already.
I don’t have a chance to type anything because the phone rings in my hand, and I look down to see it’s Dylan.
“Hello,” I answer, putting him on speakerphone. “You are on speakerphone, and I’m here with your sisters and Penelope.”
“Hmm,” he growls, “so I can’t yell at you.”
“Why would you yell at me?” I ask him, putting the phone down on the counter and walking over to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle while Gabriella is on her laptop doing something with the pictures. Penelope is on the couch watching television, and since she doesn’t have school tomorrow, she has no bedtime.
“Did you guys just announce you were having a baby?” he asks, but doesn’t give me a chance to say anything else, “before announcing you were getting married?”
“Well, for one,” Abigail declares, “we aren’t getting married.”
“Yet,” I say, winking at her, as she just stares at me with her mouth hanging open.
“Before she agrees to marry him, she has to agree to move in with him,” Gabriella hollers from the counter without even looking up. Abigail glares at her. Gabriella finally looks over at Abigail and shrugs when Abigail holds up her hands, saying why.
“What do you mean she has to agree to move in with him?” Dylan questions, shocked. “Of course she is moving in with him. Where the hell is the baby going to live?”
“We could co-parent,” Abigail suggests out loud, and now I’m the one glaring at her. “Cooper does it.”
“And he hates every second of it,” Dylan shares. “You liked him enough to have sex with him and have a baby. Why not move in with him?”
“We are not having this conversation right now,” Abigail says between clenched teeth, “Penelope is here.”
“Does this mean you’re selling your house?” Dylan asks.
“I’m still living in it, asshole,” Gabriella retorts. “You act like she’s been living alone.”
“How am I supposed to know you’re not jet-setting around the world?” Dylan states. Gabriella gets up from her stool and walks over to the phone and presses the red button, disconnecting the call.