Doormat By Sam Crescent NovelM80021 Doormat (Epilogue)

Ten Years Later

“I don’t care what your friends say or do, that is no way to talk to your mother. Apologize now!” Diego pushed his son, Diego Jr. It seemed to be a family trait for the oldest son to be named after the father.

“I’m sorry, Mom, I honestly didn’t mean it, but your cookies are the best.”

Diego had heard his oldest son telling his mother he didn’t like her and that he hated her, all because Liana had said to wait until dinner. Of course, it was a little joke, but still, Diego wasn’t going to have any of his children treating his wife with anything other than love and respect.

As for his wife, Liana came toward their son, ruffled his head, and told him to get ready for dinner. Diego Jr. ran off, and Misty followed, along with Bruno and Bell, their two other Dachshund dogs. Enzo Jr. had not only gotten one dog, he had gotten two Dachshunds who were partners, and one was carrying pups. Enzo Jr. kept most of the pups, but he and Liana took Bruno and Bell for company for Misty.

He looked out in the hallway to see Isabella running upstairs as well. Not to mention little Niles, who was currently being a little terror and thought it was funny to play hide-and-seek, and it turned out he knew a lot of hiding areas.

Liana came to him, offering him a cookie, which he took, banding his arm around her thickening waist. Baby number four was on the way.

Being a dad was not easy, but it was not hard either. It was a challenge. He loved all of his children dearly. He loved his dogs. But when it came to his wife, there were no words strong enough for the way he felt about her. It was deeper than love. Stronger than any emotion he had ever felt.

Ten years they had been together, but he had known there was a chance he could have lost her for thinking she was a doormat. That conversation saved the two of them. He finally discovered his real wife, and they were closer than ever.

“Have I told you recently how much I love you?” he asked.

She chuckled and rubbed her nose against his. “Every single morning and every chance you get.”

“Not enough then?” he asked, and pulled her into his arms, relishing that chuckle, and also grateful he didn’t fuck this up.