8. Epilogue - Violet
Five Years Later
"Yes, the hall is available for the twenty-ninth of May next year. We require a fifty percent deposit to book the day." I swing my chair around, typing into the computer as the customer on the other end of the phone repeats the transfer information. "Wonderful. We look forward to working with you to create your magical day."
After I hang up, I click on the voicemail and stand to stretch my neck.
As of last fall, Brooks and I are the proud owners of one of the most popular wedding reception halls in Duhring Park. When I explained my job situation—or lack thereof—Brooks encouraged me to find something that excited me while we planned our wedding. My office jobs eventually paid off because it turned out I was an excellent wedding planner due to my exceptional organizational skills. I’ve been working as a wedding planner via the family flower shop for the last few years, helping couples find the perfect location for their special day.
Two years ago, a large hotel chain in California commissioned multiple pieces from Brooks, and we suddenly had an opportunity to expand the business. We bought a run-down historic mansion on the west side of town and rehabbed the place into the ultimate location for weddings. With incredible views of the valley and space for up to three hundred guests, we’re booked at least a year out. We've hired multiple wedding planners now and work with a trusted group of vendors. I manage the day-to-day but no longer work nights and weekends unless there’s an emergency.
I rub my lower back as I cradle my eight-month-pregnant belly, grateful for the reprieve as I head home for the day.
Time to see my family.
After we celebrated our engagement with a steamy shower, Brooks drove me to the hotel in town, and I apologized to Naomi, Jess, and Rachel, who begged for my forgiveness in return. We hugged and cried, and I admitted they were right. I’ll forever be grateful to those girls for forcing me to confront my fear. Brooks urged me to seek therapy to address the underlying causes of my social anxiety, saying he didn't want me to be afraid to do anything. After years of treatment, I'm still a homebody who prefers to cuddle with my husband, but I no longer freeze when talking to people, male or female.
Naomi, Jess, and Rachel were my bridesmaids when Brooks and I made it official, and Naomi moved to Duhring Park a few years back. She's now a popular yoga coach in town and offers private sessions for the bridal parties before the weddings.
I smile as I drive up the winding road to our cozy home, thinking of my sexy mountain man waiting for me.
"Mama!" a sweet voice cries as I walk through the door. I love how happy Daisy is to see me. She's our eldest at four. Turns out Brooks has a breeding kink, so he's constantly trying to get me pregnant. Next came Ash, our two-year-old, and I'm hoping the little nugget still cooking will be the final one for us. Three seems right to me. Brooks agrees since he's not the one pushing them out, but he said we could still pretend to keep trying to get pregnant.
I can't wait.
The grill is smoking as I reach the back porch, and Brooks is piling a plate high with hamburgers. After a delicious dinner, my husband runs me a bath while he gets the kids ready for bed.
As I pad into the kids' room in my robe and slippers, Brooks slips his hand inside my robe, rubbing my round belly where our third child is nestled. "Don't fall asleep reading them a book," he whispers. "I want to worship your incredible body."
I bite my lip. "Yes, please."
He smacks my butt, and I snuggle down with the kids, reading them their favorite stories until they fall fast asleep.
Pausing in the doorway to our bedroom, I chuckle at seeing my handsome husband stretched out on the bed, fast asleep.
Getting into bed, I click off the light, snuggling into my favorite safe cave.
A few minutes later, Brooks surprises me when his arm comes around the front of my belly, locking me in. I release a gasp as he pulls my leg over his, circling his finger through my slick core to find my clit. I moan as he applies gentle pressure to my sensitive bud until I'm panting. I'm so close, but it's not enough. As if reading my mind, his hard, thick cock slides into my wet heat in one slow thrust, filling me up completely.
I whimper my relief. "Yes, oh yes!"
"Is that good, Violet? You need this, baby?" Brooks whispers.
I arch my neck as his mouth finds my pulse point, nipping and sucking. My murmur is desperate and throaty as I beg for release.
He drives into me like a machine, winding me higher and higher. I'm on the edge as Brooks’ thrusts become erratic, and I know he's close.
"Come for me, Brooks. Fuck me, baby!" I beg.
He grunts, spilling his seed inside me as stars explode behind my eyes. The pleasure radiates throughout my body, reaching my toes as Brooks continues to pump into me, drawing out the throbbing release as long as possible.
Sweaty and satisfied, he remains inside me as we collapse and catch our breath. Buried inside me is his favorite way to sleep.
"You know you can't get me pregnant again, right?" I tease.
"You never know," Brooks mumbles, already drifting off.
Closing my eyes, I snuggle into my sexy mountain man soulmate, grateful for dating sites, meddling friends, and Milo's cookies.
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