Midnight Renegade by Anya Summers

Epilogue

Three years later

He laid the plaid blanket down over the verdant green grass, then took the wiggling bundle from his wife’s arms. There were dark circles under her eyes, attesting to her recent sleepless nights, but to Brody, Reegan had never looked lovelier.

She sat beside him on the blanket, tired, but smiling at him in the way she did that told him how much she loved him.

“Hey Mom, I know we’ve not been able to visit for a few weeks. But we have a good reason for that. I would like you to meet your first granddaughter, Emma.”

At four weeks of age, his daughter’s hair was as black as her momma’s, but her eyes were beginning to change and she might take after him in that regard.

“And we want you to meet your first grandson, Eric,” he added, glancing at the small bundle in Reegan’s arms. Eric already had Brody’s coloring, but he would bet he would have his momma’s eyes.

Reegan chimed in. “And before Brody forgets, Emma’s middle name is Evangeline. We wanted her to have her grandmother’s name. While Eric’s middle name is Thomas, after his grandfather.”

The wind ruffled Brody’s hair and then the tiny tufts of hair on the twins’ heads. He smiled, and looked at his wife. His love for her had only deepened and grown. There wasn’t a day that passed where he didn’t thank the heavens for the gift of her love.

“It’s the first of many, Mom.”

“We’ll see about that. We need to wait at least a year before we even think about having another, unless you want to take up breastfeeding. Sorry, Eva, but your son can be rather demanding,” Reegan said, just as Eric began to whimper.

She gave Brody some side eye as she lowered her top and began feeding their son, knowing too well that as soon as Eric was done, Emma would be ready.

“You like it when I’m demanding,” he teased, and watched a blush fill her cheeks.

And Brody knew he was the luckiest man alive, because Reegan loved him in return, and had given him the greatest gift of all—her forever.