The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: EPILOGUE

Abigail

Five years later.

"Don’t go," Finnegan rumbled behind me, his fingers threading through my hair.

I was sitting on the wide porch of our new home on the Wolfe estate, watching the men pack boxes into the moving van.

"Tell her, baby, she’s not allowed to leave. Tell her I forbid it."

I laughed, leaning back against his chest, feeling his warmth through the thin cotton of his shirt. "You can’t forbid a nineteen-year-old anything, Finnegan. She’ll do it just to spite you."

He groaned, but his lips were smiling against my temple. "My princess. My little girl. She was learning to ride a bike yesterday."

"That was at least twelve years ago, love," I reminded him.

"Feels like yesterday," he grunted.

Across the lawn, Angel sat cross-legged in the grass, her dark hair pulled back in a messy bun. Her brothers crawled all over her, their small bodies wriggling and giggling as she tickled them mercilessly.

I had secretly done a DNA test after the trick Victoria pulled but apparently she had been lying, Angel was Finnegan’s child in all sense of it. And I had done the test to allay Angel’s fears and so she would never have to doubt her worth especially with the shenanigans that twisted bastard Devin pulled on us all.

When she found out, she jumped around for joy and I could see the evident relief on her face. Her father was also very happy.

"Bad, Angel, bad!" Liam shrieked, laughing as Angel swooped her arms toward him while Logan sprawled on the grass, yelling. "I peed myself, dada."

"That’s good, buddy," Finnegan replied. "Let it all out,"

I slapped a hand over my face, hiding my laugh. It turned out our family of four was actually a family of five, because I’d had twins. Liam and Logan were both our miracles and our chaos.

At four years old, they were a force of nature. Always sticky-fingered — I swear they dipped their hands in honey every time I looked away.

They both had green eyes, but Liam’s leaned more blue-green than Logan’s emerald.

"Be gentle with your sister," I called out. "She’s leaving us today."

"Angel should stay!" Liam shouted, attaching himself to her leg like a barnacle on a ship.

"Stay and play trains!"

"Yeah!" Logan agreed, climbing onto her back. "Stay forever! Tell her, mama,"

Angel laughed, those familiar green Wolfe eyes crinkling with mischief. "Maybe Daddy’s right. Maybe I should stay. I could help with the twins."

"We spent a fortune on that apartment you just had to have, young lady,"

Angel stuck out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. "My daddy can afford it!"

"Fair point," I chuckled while Finnegan grinned behind me. "But you’re still going!"

"Fine," she threw up her hands dramatically.

"Just say you don’t want me in the house anymore. I see how it is. Replacing me with the terrible twosome over there."

I stood up — or well, I tried to. At seven months pregnant, I moved like an elephant and an earthquake had had a baby.

Finnegan’s hands immediately found my hips, steadying me. "Just sit still, baby."

"I’m coming to you, no need to get up," Angel rushed over, dragging her brothers behind her.

"You’re going to do great things," I told her, cupping her face in my hands. "And this will always be your home. Always."

She hugged me tighter.

"Now where are my grandbabies?!"

Victoria had died two years ago in prison. She’d made enemies inside and couldn’t adapt to prison life. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

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