Billionaire and Nanny Secret by Lauren Wood

Epilogue

Two Years Later

The smell of breakfast was absolutely lovely as it filled my nostrils. I still enjoyed getting up in the mornings and making a breakfast that everyone was happy with. Eggs with bacon and sausage, some blueberry muffins because I knew how much Paige liked them. I had debated against cinnamon rolls this morning since the muffins were probably enough.

I took them out of the oven and stole one from the tray to take a bite. I let out a little moan when I realized how good it was. I’d made it from scratch, and I was pretty happy with myself.

Out of nowhere, I felt some strong arms wrapping around me. I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across my face. I knew exactly who it was without him having to say anything. Ezra. He pulled me close to his body, my backside against his front, just the way that I liked it. I smirked before turning around in his arms and offering him a bit of the muffin I’d been munching on.

Ezra grinned and took a bite. “Hot,” he stated.

“Fresh from the oven,” I told him. “Do you like them?”

“They’re delicious.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

He leaned down and kissed me good morning like he did every single morning. I pressed my hips against him and wrapped an arm around his neck in an effort to pull him closer to me. Was it bad that I wanted this man at all points throughout the day? Because I did. I constantly wanted him, and it never stopped.

But thankfully Ezra didn’t have a problem with that.

“Good morning,” I whispered against his lips.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He gave me one more quick little peck, and I was quick to kiss him back.

He kept me caged in against the counter and looked over all of the food. “How many times do I have to tell you that it’s not your responsibility to cook anymore?” he asked. “We can hire a nanny, I keep telling you that. You shouldn’t be doing all of this when we’re expecting another child.”

My hand rubbed over my pregnant stomach, which had just begun to show. This would be Ezra’s third child, and the second one that I’d given birth to. Although as far as I was concerned, Paige was my daughter as well.

“Being pregnant doesn’t make me handicapped,” I reminded him.

“But you should still be getting plenty of rest.”

I waved him off. I’d come to notice that whenever I was pregnant, Ezra went out of his way to make sure that I was comfortable, which was cute in theory, until he went completely overboard like he always, somehow, managed to do. Monitoring my weight and telling me what I could and couldn’t eat. He’d done so much research that it was ridiculous and had even gone so far as to correct our doctor a few times, even though I’d told him to stop because of how embarrassing that was.

“And I got nine hours of sleep last night,” I reminded him. “I’m sure that’s plenty.” I tried to offer him a playful grin, but he wasn’t accepting it. I should have known that it wasn’t going to be enough to make him change his mind. He could be quite the stubborn thing, which was something that I’d come to notice.

“Not funny,” he said.

“I like making breakfast,” I argued. “Don’t take this away from me. Besides, my cooking is better than yours.”

He sighed and shook his head. “You’re too much, you know that, right?”

“Isn’t that the whole reason that you decided to marry me?”

“That’s part of the reason, yes,” he stroked his chin. “I really wish you wouldn’t.”

“I know,” I told him. “But I really do enjoy doing it.”

“Fine, then I give in.”

“Really?!” I exclaimed, astonished. “I beat you in an argument. It’s been a long time since that’s happened.”

“Oh shut up.”

Ezra leaned down and kissed me again, his arm hooking underneath my leg, as he moved his lips to my neck, kissing and nibbling the way that he knew I liked. “When is your maternity leave from the vet?”

I chuckled. “Another three months.”

“Damn.”

“Nice try.”

Ezra, surprisingly, had turned out to be one of the men who felt that they had to be around their partner constantly. Luckily for him, I felt the same way. But we didn’t have all day to just sit around, which was something that I’d had to constantly remind him.

Paige burst into the kitchen, clattering and making enough noise to wake the dead. She was still little Miss Sunshine. Her hair was braided in the messy pigtails that I’d done for her the night before. She was grinning. “Do you guys need any help making the table?” she asked, making me realize how much she’d grown the last couple of years. “Breakfast smells absolutely amazing, by the way.”

“That would be wonderful, Paige,” I told her before her father could say anything. Ezra was so against us doing things like this because he thought that we shouldn’t have to lift a finger. If it wasn’t for me, I was sure that he would have a nanny here faster than I could snap. But I wanted for our children to be able to learn basic life skills and not constantly be looking for whatever help they hired to do everything for them.

Ezra sent me a pointed look, slightly narrowing his eyes at me, although he didn’t say anything. I already knew what he was thinking and was perfectly fine ignoring him. He would get over himself, at some point. He snapped his teeth at me like a crocodile and I couldn’t help but to laugh and shake my head at him.

He really could be so immature at times.

The sound of a baby wailing shot through the air. The cries were loud and agitated, and I gave Ezra a look. He was already beginning to shake his head because he knew what time it was. “I took care of Barry last time, I think it’s your turn.”

“Oh, fine,” he said happily and walked out of the room.

He came back not too much later with my precious son in his arms. Bartholomew was only a year old, and he was the cutest thing that I’d ever seen, although he had a bigger attitude than someone twenty times his size.

“Oh, you should have smelled his diaper,” Ezra said with wide eyes, shaking his head before fake gagging. I laughed before reaching my arms out to hold my precious baby. Ezra gave him to me, and I couldn’t help but smile as I held him in my arms. Everything about him was so perfect, from his curly hair to the crystal blue eyes that he’d managed to get from his father.

This little baby was everything to me, and I wouldn’t stop until he had the world. Life, right about now, really was perfect. It seemed luck had worked out for me, in the end.

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