BE MY NAUGHTY NEIGHBOR BONUS EPILOGUE

Lonely Hearts Club, Book 3.5

by Liz Fox

SECOND EPILOGUE

Wyatt

(Two years later)

“I’m going to turn this bunny into stew,” Savannah hollers from the living room.
“What?” I call from the bedroom, where I’m getting dressed for the Valentine’s
Day cocktail fundraiser. I abandon my necktie and walk into the living room. Savannah,
fully dressed in her cocktail dress and heels, clutches a shredded piece of newspaper
and glares at Rufus, our rescue bunny and the newest addition to the Saito-Hutchens
family menagerie.
“Rufus ate my crossword puzzle,” my wife says, tears forming thick and fast in her
beautiful eyes. “It was a Saturday puzzle and I almost had it.”
“Baby, it’s a crossword puzzle,” I say. It’s not like her to get this heated up over
little stuff. “Just do another one.”
“Wyatt,” she says as she turns to me. “Saturday is the second-hardest day of the
week, and I will have to wait a full week before I get another Saturday puzzle to work
on. Tomorrow’s puzzle will be harder, and Monday’s puzzle will be easier. I wanted a
Saturday puzzle.”
I study her curiously. “What’s this really about?”
She swipes at a tear. “You’re going to laugh.”
I catch her hand in mine and press a kiss to her knuckles. “You know I would
never laugh at you,” I tell her gently. “Not unless it’s very, very funny.”
She rolls her eyes and sniffles. “Okay. Well, you’re going to be a daddy.”
I freeze. “Say that again?”
Savannah gives me a little smile. “You were right, it’s not really about the puzzle. I
just found out that I’m pregnant, and I’m a little freaked out because I couldn’t figure
out a good way to tell you.”
I catch her around the waist and pull her in close, wrapping my arms around her
and savoring her smell, the feel of her body and the silky swish of her dark hair against
my fingers. “Baby, you’re going to be a mom,” I tell her, my voice thick with emotion.
“Dizzy and Terrence are going to be furious,” she says. She snuggles under my
chin and takes a deep breath. I tighten my arms even more, and we stand like that for
about a minute.
“I’m going to be a daddy,” I say. A tear trickles down my cheek, and I don’t bother
to wipe it away.
“Yeah,” she says. “I take it you’re excited.”
I pull away and look down into her smiling, tear-stained face. “Just a little bit,” I
tell her, my voice shaking.
 “I love you more now than I ever have,” I add. “I loved you the second I saw you
burning those dumb pictures, and that love was teeny-tiny compared to this.”
She grins. “And I fell in love with you when I watched you lift weights through
your window. I loved you even more when you let me paint you naked, and I love you
the most today, when you’re going to be a dad. The best dad.”
“And you’re going to be the best mom,” I tell her, and I mean it. She’ll be warm,
funny, and wild, and our baby will grow up strong and brave because of her. “Happy
Valentine’s Day.”