Page 111 of Once More Into The Fray

Rain blew out a breath, his muzzle warm against her skin.

Oaklynn tugged on her sleeve. “Can we get ice cream now? Grampa Camden said if I kept all the barrels up, we could get the big cone!”

Enya laughed, “Yeah, Oakie-Dokie. First, we take care of Rain, and then we’ll get the biggest cone they’ve got.”

“Okay, Momma. We do it now.”

“You know how I said if we ever had a daughter, she’d be feared by weak men?” Rowan said softly as they watched her chase after Camden as they headed toward the stalls to take care of Rain.

“I remember.”

“I didn’t count myself among the weak.” He scuffed the toe of his boot on the ground. “Until today.”

“Well, I hope you’re ready to do that all over again, babe. Because we’re only getting started.”

“You meanshe’sonly getting started, darlin’, right?”

“Nope.” Enya fished into her purse and pulled out the envelope she’d stashed in there two weeks ago. There just hadn’t been time to have this conversation, and somehow, when he was all gooey soft over their first child’s achievements, it seemed like a good time to tell him not to rest on his laurels, as there would be another coming along shortly to up the ante.

She watched as he opened the envelope and pulled out the picture. “Rowe?”

“Is this…?”

She nodded, “Mini Salieri number two will be joining our Spitfire daughter in early September.”

“Whoop!” Rowan picked her up and spun her around before kissing her soundly. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too.”

Before she’d met Rowan, she hadn’t known that life as a Stronghold Wife was what she’d been born to be. Hand in hand, they followed in the wake of their Spitfire and her grandfather. They had so much to celebrate. She knew she would never stop loving this life, this family they’d created, and this man who walked at her side.

Stronghold Wife… I’m gonna make t-shirts.

“Babe?

He tugged her under his arm and pressed a kiss to the side of her head as they reached Rain’s stall. “Yep.”

She snuggled against his chest, “Our world is pretty freaking epic right now, right?”

“Damn straight, darlin’ damn straight.”

Happily Ever After was theirs. They’d fought for it, claimed it, and now owned it. It was theirs. Forever.