Epilogue
Dex scoops some baby food on the spoon, then makes an airplane sound, trying to get Clover to open her little mouth. She opens it, but then closes it at the last second, making the food dribble all down her chin. Dex takes a bib and wipes it, then tries another trick, trying to make her laugh then quickly put the spoon in the mouth.
It doesn’t work.
“Clover, you need to eat to become big and strong like your dad,” he tells her, trying again. This time, she opens her mouth but then spits it out all. A blob lands on his face.
He sighs patiently, and raises his thickly muscled arm to wipe the food from his face.
I start laughing, I can’t help it.
He spins to see me, wiping the food from his face. “Thank f—... Thank eff you’re here.”
“I’ve been here for a while, I was just watching you,” I admit, unable to hide my smirk.
He puffs out a breath “I need a smoke.”
“Go have one I’ll give Clover a bath,” I tell him, taking her out of her high chair.
“How was class?” he asks, slapping me gently on the ass.
“Same as usual,” I reply, kissing my daughter’s chubby cheek.
“So you’re kicking ass then?”
“Of course,” I reply. I’m one of the top students in my class.
He steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “That’s my girl.”
He kisses the top of my head, then Clover’s.
I smile to myself.
This wasn’t how I thought my life would turn out, but I’m glad it did.
Dexter Black turned my world upside down, but then he gave me his.
And his world is where I want to be, as long as he’s right there by my side.
*****
My high heel pumps tap on the floor, the clicking sound keeping me distracted. Holding my file close to my chest, I wait impatiently. Finally, I see him walk out, carrying a bag in his hand.
“Took your time,” he calls out as he walks towards me, looking in desperate need of a haircut.
“Sorry,” I reply, throwing my arms around him. “I kind of had to get my degree first, then wait for you to be granted parole.”
“Where’s your husband?” he asks, looking around for Dex.
“Everyone is waiting for you back at the clubhouse,” I say. “And we all know I’m your favourite person, so I came alone.”
They have something planned for his welcome home and were busy getting it organized. I know it involved a bunch of strippers they were bringing to the clubhouse and lots of alcohol. Arrow’s kind of party.
“Let’s get the f*ck out of here,” he growls. “I’ve been in there so long, even you’re starting to look good.”
I gasp and punch him in the arm, ignoring his husky laughter.
“Still your charming self I see. And you think I want to be here? I feel like I live here,” I complain, shaking my head.
His lip curves slightly. “Comes with the territory.”
“I’m going to practise at the shooting range, want to come?” I ask.
“Very f*cking funny.”
I grin and take Arrow home.
The End