Surge Epilogue

By Piper Frost

Bo gives insight into the life that followed after he almost lost everything he ever loved. ONLY read this book if you have read ADDICT, SURGE, and TANTRUM by Piper Frost as it gives away MASSIVE spoilers!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Piper Frost
• Release date: Apr 12, 2018

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Bo!

Standing up straight from leaning over the tractor hood, I look toward the house, not sure what sort of holler that was.

Bo! Wendy shouts again like she's in distress.

I drop the wrench, grabbing my cane and hightailing it to the house. I'm not nearly as quick as I used to be, but I'm much faster than I was a few years ago. I won't be able to keep up with my boy when he gets older, but for now, those little legs don't get him too far. So when he comes running in full-blown laughter, squealing like a little pig as Wendy chases after him with a wet wipe, I scoop him up.

Where you goin', Junior?  

Bo! Wendy snaps, panting for breath. That boy is a hellion! I've been searching the house for ten minutes! I thought he was gone! Her hand's pressed to her chest as she tries to calm her breathing. Then he jumped out and scared the daylights out of me! And look at him! Look!  

Carefully extending my left arm to get a good look at him, I start to laugh.

He ate the whole damn cake! she shrieks.

Bobby's covered in chocolate from head to toe.  

Little shit. I laugh. You're tickin' your aunt off, Bo. With a kiss to his forehead, I carefully set him down then lick the chocolate off my lips. Now hold tight or I'll hogtie you. You're gettin' cleaned up.

Daddy. That bottom lip juts out and quivers while he stares up at me with his mama's eyes.

Oh, I don't think so! Wendy moves fast to wipe him up.

Ride? Bobby asks, wanting me to take him on the four-wheeler, but the boy just ate the birthday cake Wendy made for Kinlee's birthday, he's not getting rewarded for it.  

Son. I grab the table and drop to my knee so we're eye to eye. You just ate your mama's birthday cake. You're headed to a timeout.

Daddy, his little voice peeps. Hell, this boy knows how to break me.

No way, mister! Wendy swoops him up, marching to the stairs.

After running like I did from the barn, them stairs are pissing me off. When we had Bobby almost four years ago, Kinlee wouldn't even consider keeping his room on the first floor. He had to be close, and I agreed. But I knew it'd be hell for me on the stairs. Of course my girl takes care of the boy before I can even get out of a chair most days, but those stairs are a pain when carrying a fit throwin' three year old up them. Like right now as he tries to fight out of his aunt's arms to get to me. I'm not far behind but there's chocolate everywhere. I'd rather scold him than have Wendy do it, so I skip cleaning and hustle up the steps as fast as I can.

Now, I don't always handle things the way she's asked me to. He needs discipline, she tells me. She says if it takes a swift swipe on the butt, so be it. 'Let him know I'm in charge' is her motto. My little boy's got me wrapped worse than his mama does, so what I'll do is rock him in the chair I made Kinlee while she carried our son. I'll rock until he falls asleep in my arms and I'll watch him sleep until my wife gets home. Then I'll hustle my ass to get him in his crib and sneak out so he can finish his nap before everyone shows up for Kinlee's birthday dinner.   

Daddy! he wails when I walk through the door.

Junior, you did it to yourself, boy.

Now you're gonna get it, Bobby. Wendy huffs and steps away from the crib. You got this, Bo?

Keeping a stern glare on my boy,