Page 111 of Beautiful Chaos
“Good. I’m glad they’re dead.” She kisses my chest before tipping her head back to look at me.
“I needed you to know that they’re no longer a threat.”
“Thank you.”
“You never have to thank me for protecting you.”
I roll to my side, keeping my arm under her head as I curl it so I can lay my head on my palm. Our faces are only inches apart. Wrapping my other arm around her waist, I tuck my fingers between her and the mattress.
“You became mine from the first moment I saw you, and you’ll be mine until the day we both take our last breath. And even then, I’ll find you in the afterlife.” I smile and lean forward to kiss her curled lips. “Sorry, baby, but you’re stuck with me for eternity.”
She entwines our legs together, her eyes sparkling with her smile. “I guess that’s something I can learn to live with.”
Epilogue
Hunter
Sometime later…
The first thing I see when I open my eyes is a pair of beautiful blue pools. Her smile is small, the curl of her lips barely noticeable, like she’s holding back a secret.
Cat’s sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, facing me, like she’s been watching me for some time.
Except when I look closer, I notice something. She’s not Cat right now.
I stiffen when she reaches for my hand that’s lying on my stomach. Picking it up, she holds it in her small hand as she places it on her lap. Her eyes are drawn to the black wedding band on my ring finger. She twirls it around, that small smile still in place.
“Presley.” Her name comes out gruffly.
Due to her innocence, Presley has always been the easiest one to be around. She’s also the one I struggled with the most. She’s my wife. Looks like her, sounds like her, smells like her. However, her mind is that of a child. It feels fucking wrong for my body to still want her. For me to look at her and see the womanly curves and know how good they feel beneath my hands.
Rolling to my side, I pull the sheet further up my chest. Morning wood is a real thing, and the last thing I want to do is make Presley curious about the tent beneath the sheet. Especially considering I don’t know if it’s really morning wood or if it’s because of the way Presley is lightly playing with my fingers and how close our hands are to her….
My thoughts trail off when she giggles. It’s so girly that it reminds me once again how inappropriate our current situation is. I wince, wanting to pull my hand away, but leaving it in hers instead.
“It’s okay, Hunter,” she says, her laughing eyes drifting to mine. “I know all about penises and the nasty things guys do with them with girls.” Her pert nose wrinkles in disgust.
“What do you mean, you know?” My question comes out a growl. “How do you know?”
She lifts a hand and taps the side of her head. “They’re foggy and not very clear, but I do have her memories floating around up there.”
“Jesus,” I mutter.
I assumed Presley, Scarlett, and Athena were unaware of Cat, or at least, didn’t carry her memories. Just as Cat doesn’t carry theirs. Except for vague visions of seeing Presley, Cat never remembers when they come to the surface, so it was safe to believe the same applies to them.
“All of her memories?” I ask.
Her head bobs up and down, her lips twitching.
Fuck.
So this twelve-year-old female child has had front row seats to a fucking porno, starring Cat and me.
Jesus Christ, I’m going to be sick.
“She’s ready, you know.”
My eyes snap back to Presley. She gazes at me, her expression looking thoughtful and more adult-like than her young years.