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  “Hey, baby, everything will be okay.” Lennon stopped and turned me around so we faced each other. He kissed the side of my neck. I was aware of the few servants walking by, but I knew they wouldn't pay attention to us—or at least wouldn't make it obvious.

  “And if they say we can't be together?” I whispered the words, afraid to even say them out loud. Even after only spending one night with him, I knew this was what I wanted in my life more than anything. Even before that, I knew he was it for me.

  I just hadn't thought it would be my reality.

  Lennon shook his head, pulling away from me and staring me in my eyes. “I don't care what anyone says, not even my mother or father. I want you, and no one is going to tell me we can't be together. If that means giving up my title, giving up all this—” He waved his hand around the room, gesturing toward the elaborate furnishings. “If they say I have to get rid of all this shit for you, I would gladly do so in an instant.”

  He pulled me in close to him, and I rested my head on his chest, not caring who saw. We were about to tell the king and queen of our relationship, and as scared as I was, I anticipated this. I wanted this moment, had envisioned and fantasized about it for longer than I cared to admit.

  This was the first day of the rest of our lives.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lennon

  I stared at by mother and father, trying to gauge their reaction after what I just told them. I explained my feelings for Daisy, and although she hadn't said anything, I knew she was nervous and needed my support more than anything right now.

  I glanced over at her, watching as she worried her bottom lip, her straight white teeth pulling at the flash. I wished I could've taken her worry away, let her know it didn't matter what the outcome was, that I would still be with her.

  “And this... relationship transpired when?” my father finally responded.

  “My feelings for her have been there all along.” I glanced at Daisy again and smiled. She was watching me, her eyes still wide but the smile on her face clear. I wanted her to know she had strength when she was with me, that I hoped in time she had her own strength and didn’t feel weak in front of my parents.

  They may be the king and queen, but they were like everybody else.

  “This is sudden,” my mother said, and I looked over at her. “You've never been one to be in a committed relationship before and have kept to yourself this whole time. We just assumed you'd never settle down.”

  I bristled slightly at her words. Although they were true, because it wasn't like I sought out a relationship with anybody.

  “I never found anybody who I felt I could be myself with. I never felt like I could open up and be happy.” I was being honest with my parents, maybe for the first time in my entire life. They'd seen enough of the tabloids calling me the black sheep of the family, the loaner who didn't want anything to do with tradition or the Crown. But the truth was, I just wasn't happy in this life where riches and strict rules had to be obeyed. “But with Daisy, I felt all those things and more.”

  Daisy reached out and took my hand in hers, giving a light squeeze. I drew strength from her, and I knew as time went on that would only grow. This was the first day of the rest of our lives. I knew that without a doubt.

  “Noah is who will lead this country after Father. Noah is the one who would make you proud.” I stared right in my father’s eyes.

  “You think you don't make me proud?” he asked, sitting up straighter, the surprise on his face clear.

  I didn't respond, because the truth was I knew I didn't make him proud, not like Noah did or could.

  “You're my son, whether you want to take the Crown or not, whether you want to be deep in royal tradition or not. You are still my son, and I am proud of you.” And then he surprised me by standing up and walking around the desk. He helped me to stand and embraced me, his hug strong, welcoming.

  My father wasn't one to show much affection. A more strict and rigid parental figure, he made sure to instill what this life was really about and how we were to serve the people of our country. But right now, I didn't feel like he was the king. Right now, he was just my dad.

  My father pulled back and clapped me on the shoulder. “You care for this young lady?”

  My mother had since taken residence beside my father. I looked over at Daisy and held my hand out for her to take it once more. She stood, and I pulled her in close. “I do. I care for her a lot.” I looked over at my mother and father. “I want her in my life, and I'm keeping it that way.”

  I don’t know if I expected my father to argue over the fact that she was of a “lower class” than us, which seemed an outdated and almost barbaric way of thinking. But the smile he gave me did shock me. It was filled with acceptance and understanding. In that moment, I felt horrible for thinking my parents wouldn't see how happy I was and understand this is what I wanted.

  I didn't know what the future held, but I wanted to experience it all with Daisy.

  Epilogue One

  Daisy

  One month later

  I knew people watched, that there were cameras on us, but I didn't care. In this moment, it was just Lennon and me, both of us getting to know each other, learning about the other, and taking in the fact that this was our life.

  “Are they bothering you?” Lennon asked and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in closer. “We can leave, go someplace more secluded?”

  I didn't know if Lennon was speaking about the guards who had accompanied us to the park or the paparazzi I knew were placed around us, partially hidden from view.

  I turned and faced Lennon and smiled, not wanting them to interfere with us. “They don't bother me if they don't bother you.” And then I cupped his face and brought him in closer. I slanted my mouth on his and really gave the cameras a show.

  Our little display of affection would probably be on the front page tomorrow morning, but I didn't care. Let them see. Let them know how much I loved this man, how much he consumed me.

  I might never have envisioned myself truly getting to be with Lennon, maybe even thinking I wasn't worthy of his attention or affection. But now that he was in my life, I wanted the world to know my feelings for him were genuine, true.

  We parted at the same time, and Lennon smiled at me. “I could really give them something to take pictures of if I didn't think it would humiliate you.” He started laughing softly, and I could only shake my head, grinning from ear to ear.

  “Nothing you could do would embarrass me. And I don't care about the tabloids. I don't care what anyone thinks about me. All I care about is the next day we have together.” Maybe what I said was sappy, but I didn't care. I was on cloud nine with Lennon.

  I finally found the puzzle piece I had been missing in my life. I finally found another person who knew me, who could look into my eyes and know how I felt without me saying a word.

  Sure, the coupling we’d shared had been instant, fast. But it had felt so right. It had felt like I finally found what I had been missing. And I knew Lennon felt the same way.

  As Lennon said before, fuck anyone who thought we shouldn't be together.

  Epilogue Two

  Lennon

  Five years later

  She was mine now and forever. I pulled her close and inhaled deeply, the sweet scent of her filling lungs, imprinting in my very cells, the marrow deep in my bones.

  Daisy rested her head against me, fitting perfectly right up against my chest. Our bodies were sweaty, the act of me fucking her, taking her... claiming her still covering both of us. Everyday, every minute, hell, every second, I wanted to show her with my body that I was hers the same as she was mine.

  I smoothed my hand down her arm, slipped my fingers through hers, and lifted her hand. I married Daisy two years ago, the ceremony grand, royal, of course. But we’d just been two people, neither of us better than the other, both of us just madly in love. We waited, planned, made sure everything was set before we said our vo
ws.

  I wanted her to get to know me, the real me, and I wanted to learn everything I could about Daisy. I wanted us to be as close as two people could be.

  I stared at the ring, smoothing my finger over the rock, along her skin, and down her digit. I picked this one out especially for her—had it custom made, wanted it unique, the same way she was to me.

  Everything I did was for her.

  I would have married her the night I had her in my bed. But I waited, and then I made her mine.

  I could hear her breath become even, slow, and knew she was falling asleep. Having her close to me, right up against my body, knowing she was safe... mine, was perfection.

  I slid my hand over to her belly and spanned the flat surface with my palm. For a second, all I did was feel her stomach moving up and down gently as she breathed. “I love you,” I whispered, not knowing if she’d hear but wanting her to know.

  She shifted and turned in my arms and opened her eyes slowly. I cupped the side of her face, her skin warm, soft. She lifted her hand and placed it over mine, which was still on her cheek.

  “Let’s have a baby,” I said, the words spilling out on their own. Moving my hand, I slid it down her side, skimmed my fingers along the curve and arch of her waist and hip, and moved it so my hand was on her belly. “What do you think?”

  “A baby?”

  “A baby,” I said and smiled.

  She lifted her head and stared at me. “I want that.”

  I grinned, feeling so elated I couldn’t even contain it. I rolled on top of her, my cock hard, my body ready for her. I was always ready for her, always needing to make her feel so fucking good.

  “Spread for me, baby. Let me make you feel good again.” When she was in position, I settled between her legs. She was wet, so damn wet for me, but it was a combination of her arousal and my cum. The fact that my seed slipped from the tight confines of her body turned me on, made me feel possessive, feral even.

  “I love you so fucking much,” I murmured. I ran my nose up the arch of her neck, inhaling that sweet scent that always surrounded her. I growled in approval at the fact that she smelled just like me.

  “I love you too,” she gasped out, because right when she said that, I aligned my cock with her pussy and shoved in deeply.

  My movements were slow, gentle. I pulled back and looked into her face. God, I was the luckiest man on the fucking planet.

  “Lennon,” she breathed my name out. Daisy arched her chest and closed her eyes, the pleasure clear on her expression.

  I thrust into her over and over again. She moaned my name, and I grunted in response.

  I kissed her then, claiming her mouth, her body, her very soul. She owned every part of me, had from the moment I saw her and knew I wanted her in my life, fuck everyone else and what they might think.

  It didn’t matter how much money we had, how well known we were; I was lucky to have Daisy in my life.

  I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but I was never letting go.

  Epilogue Three

  Lennon

  And baby makes three

  Watching my wife—the woman I loved more than anything else—feed our child had this warmth spreading through me.

  I leaned against the wall, my heart full as Daisy hummed to our baby girl Lana.I never thought I could love someone as much as Daisy, but after Lana came into our lives, I finally knew what being complete really was.

  My girls.

  My life.

  I stayed there for five minutes, just watching Daisy, just absorbing the sight, the sounds, the feelings. Daisy finished up the feeding and smiled down at Lana, who had fallen asleep. Daisy put her in the crib and came over to me, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my arms.

  Our life had been pretty perfect, so damn wonderful, and I was glad we could have this life, could be together. We’d moved about an hour from the palace, our estate having been in the family for generations. It was perfect for us, with rolling hills and open lands, with a little farm for Daisy and me to immerse ourselves in and relax.

  It was our little piece of heaven.

  I took her to our room, since it was late, just wanting to hold her, to let her know she was always loved, safe, and protected. Once in the room, I turned her around and started helping her out of her clothes. This wasn’t about sex. This was about making her feel comfortable, letting her relax while I did everything else.

  I cupped her cheeks, stared into her eyes, and smiled. “If I could marry you again, start from the beginning, and prove to you over and over that you were mine, I’d do it in an instant.” She gave me the sweetest fucking smile. “I fall in love with you everyday.” I pulled her against me even more, held the back of her head, and just let the feelings embrace me. I pulled back then leaned down and kissed her until she was breathless and clinging to me. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to our bed, telling myself I shouldn’t be about to ravish her but unable to stop myself.

  She breathed out, wrapping her arms around me. This was what life was about. This was what living meant. Royalty or not, I was glad I followed my heart and hadn’t followed the path everyone else set out for me.

  Daisy was mine and always would be.

  The End.

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