I Kissed A Ghoul by Kat Baxter
Epilogue
Reid
“Daddy, daddy,” Reina tugs on my pants leg. “Is it time?”
I squat so I’m more eye-level with my daughter. She is an adorable mini-version of her mother and just looking at her fills my entire body with love. “It’s almost time. We’re waiting for Mommy to finish getting dressed and get Aiden in his costume.”
Reina pouts, but then seems to remember she’s wearing a costume too. She holds the dress out and grins up at me. “How do I look, daddy?”
“You look like the cutest Wednesday Addams I’ve ever seen.”
“Babe, have you seen Aiden’s socks?” Ainsley comes out of our bedroom wearing that slinky as fuck black dress.
I will not get a hard-on in front of my children. I force myself to look at my wife’s beautiful face and not stare at her voluptuous curves.
“Mommy, you look so pretty,” Reina sing-songs.
“Thank you, baby. And you look very pretty too.”
Reina beams.
Aiden toddles into the room, one knee sock on and the other hanging half out of his mouth.
“Peach, found his sock.” I scoop up my son. “You can’t eat socks, silly boy. Let’s get you ready so we can go get some candy.”
“Only houses with teal pumpkins,” Reina says.
I frown and look at my wife. “What?”
“It’s for allergies. So it lets people know that the candy they’re handing out is peanut-free.”
“None of us have peanut allergies.”
“Caden does,” Reina says with a nod of her head.
“Yes, and we are being supportive of him,” Ainsley explains.
“Those two are peas in a pod,” I say.
Fiona’s son was born about six months before Reina and they’ve been best friends since birth. They’re really pretty adorable together.
“Are we meeting them somewhere?” I ask.
Ainsley slips on a pair of tennis shoes, then stands. She holds her hands up in defense. “Listen, I’ll wear this tight dress, but I’m not Trick-or-Treating in heels.”
I pull her to me, letting my fingers graze the plumpness of her bottom. “You look perfect to me.”
“Kiss!” Reina shrieks.
“It’s your fault she’s obsessed with romance,” Ainsley says.
“Nothing wrong with showing my kids every day that I’m wildly in love with their mother.” I kiss her, not too dirty because the children are watching.
Reina makes an awwww noise and her brother pipes in parroting her.
Then Ainsley pulls back and smiles. “I love you, babe.”
“Love you, Peach.” Then I look at the kids. “Grab your pumpkins! Let’s go get some candy!”
