Novel - Drama Chapter 93 Epilogue [end]
Chapter 93 Epilogue [end]
Four Years Later
“Mummy!”
“Daddy!”
“Mummy!”
“Daddy!”
As the two toddlers rushed through the room trying to outdo each other with the screaming, Isabelle
turned away from her laptop and got ready to receive the three-year-old boy who came barreling into
her arms.
On the other side of the room, Jacob put away the tray of vegetables he was carrying outside to the
barbecue just before their daughter barreled into him and wrapped a tiny arm around his legs, the other
pointed accusingly towards her brother.
“Daddy, Raul is being mean to me again!”
Jacob reached down and scooped her into his arms. “Is he? What did he do this time, Ruthie?”
Now secure in his mother’s arms, Raul turned to glare at his twin sister. “It was my turn. You never let
me have my turn!”
“But then you called me ugly!”
“Did you call your sister ugly, Raul?” Isabelle asked.
He looked at her, blinked, and then shook his head dramatically. “I didn’t.”
“You did!” his sister claimed. And then she started crying.
Raul stared at her for a few moments, and then whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“She didn’t hear you,” Isabelle told him, walking closer to Jacob and their crying daughter. “Tell her
again.”
“I’m sorry, Ruthie. Don’t cry. You are pretty.”
Jacob and Isabelle exchanged glances and smiles over the toddlers as the scene played out.
Whenever the two got into a scuffle, they always ran to their preferred protector–Dad for Ruth and Mum
for Raul–and somehow it always ended with one of them bursting into tears and the other apologising.
“He said sorry,” Jacob told Ruthie.
She sniffled and then wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
“You should let your brother have his turn,” he told her.
“Okay,” she said, dwindling with her fingers and refusing to look at said brother. Raul was the one who
usually gave in first. Ruthie didn’t soften as instantly as he did.
Raul wiggled in his mother’s arms, and she set him on the floor. When Jacob set Ruthie down too, Raul
took her hand and led her towards their playpen. “You can have your turn first, Ruthie. You can have
my new train too, I don’t even like it.”
Isabelle pressed a hand to her chest as she watched them go. Raul had lit up like a starry night when
he got that train set. “Poor boy, he has such a big heart.”
“That’s all me,” Jacob said, “and Ruthie’s temper is all you.”
Isabelle dug her elbow into his side. “I would make you work for it too if you called me ugly.”novelbin
“Really?” Ruthie’s excited voice came from the playpen. “You can have my princess, then.”
Raul took the offered princess doll without complaint.
Jacob wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist and kissed her cheek. “I know you would.”
Isabelle smiled and laid her arm over his, and then turned her head to give him a kiss on the lips.
“I should get back to the barbecue before we are summoned for our next peacekeeping mission,” he
joked. “The Del Mundos should be here soon.”
“Let me move them outside and I’ll help.”
“Good, now I don’t have to keep peeking through the window to get glimpses of you.”
“There’s no doubt where Raul got his sweet-talking from.”
Jacob laughed and moved away, but not before giving her ass a squeeze. She swatted at his hand,
blushing to the roots of her hair. It amused him how after all this time, she still got so easily flustered.
Afterwards, the family hung out in the backyard, with Isabelle and Jacob preparing the barbecue while
the twins played in the shade in their pen.
They were later joined by the Del Mundos. Apparently, while Jacob had been in a coma four years ago,
Jason had been making eyes at his nurse, Melinda.
After years of courting that went wrong oh so many times, he had finally managed to put a ring on it.
Jacob still couldn’t believe Jason was hitched. It had been fun watching him lose his shit over a woman
for the first time, though. Because Melinda hadn’t made it easy for him, at all.
Later that evening, with the twins asleep and the Del Mundos gone, Jacob and Isabelle snuggled on a
lounge on the back porch, looking up at a clear starry night.
After getting married for the second time, they had lived in Jacob’s real house, a penthouse in the city
centre. Then when the twins came along, they got a house in the suburbs, with a gigantic yard with
trees and flowers and enough space for a vegetable garden.
The moment Isabelle saw it for the first time, Jacob knew there was no going back to the penthouse.
Which was good with him. He loved being in his little bubble with his three favourite people, away from
the bustle he dealt with daily at work.
It had been four years of peace and happiness. The Cruzes’ drama was a thing of the past. Jacob had
been able to prove that Naomi had stolen the ring, and he warned her that if she tried to mess with
Isabelle ever again, he would send her to jail.
He had also found out that the Cruzes’ hadn’t been as cash-strapped as they had wanted Isabelle to
believe.
They had spent a huge amount in an acquisition around the time they should have been catering to
Ruth’s medical bill. The acquisition turned out to not be a wise business decision and left them in a
financial crisis.
Lucy came looking for Isabelle at the company after that, demanding that she pay them back for
everything they ever spent on her upbringing. She also claimed that they were the reason she had
married a billionaire, so she should ‘give back’.
Jacob had his accountant draw up a sum of how much it would have cost them to raise Isabelle and
sent it to Lucy’s account. He was so thorough that he even adjusted the amount for inflation.
After that, he made it clear that if any of them ever thought of meddling in Isabelle’s life again, they
would lose the little they had remaining. The family ended up moving abroad.
He rubbed his hand up and down her arm, turning his head to catch a whiff of her sweet-smelling hair.
She snuggled deeper into his arms, pressing her face into his neck. He loved days and nights like
these, when they got to spend as much time as they could in each other’s company.
“Sleepy?” he asked, running the back of his fingers along her cheek.
She mumbled in assent and then yawned.
“Let’s go to bed.”
She shook her head. “Don’t move. Just a few more minutes. I like this.”
“I remember you saying something like that a few years ago. We ended up with two little monsters.”
She laughed. “I don’t hear you complaining.”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Well, I do enjoy being the luckiest man alive.”
She pulled her head back and lifted her lips to his. “I would be envious if I wasn’t the luckiest woman in
the world.”
His lips smiled against hers. “Does the luckiest woman in the world want to make love under the stars?”
“Let’s see,” she said, taking his hand and dipping it below the waistband of her pants. His fingers went
below her underwear and met with wet folds. “What do you think?”
“I think that’s a yes,” he said before claiming her lips in a hard kiss.
They made love in the cool starry night, with nothing between their bodies and souls. Just love. Enough
love to cover them like the stars above and last a lifetime.
THE END