Marshall: The Manny

Epilogue

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Six Months Later

I shouldn’t have been nervous, but I was. I’d taken Demi to Rosewood Miramar Beach Hotel in San Diego to celebrate the success of her app. In six short months, between subscriptions from creators, viewers, and sponsors for ads, the app had pulled in fifteen million in revenue. She cried like a baby when she got the report, and I couldn’t have been prouder.

As much as we wanted to celebrate, we wanted to do it in peace and relaxation. She’d been less busy, but the success of the app led to a lot of interviews, and I’d been working on a collection of workbooks for a private school. Not only did they want workbooks for each teacher’s lesson plans, but they also wanted workbooks for the students and ones the parents could use to follow along. It was the biggest order I’d ever gotten, and it opened a new market for me. Other private and charter schools wanted my services and had booked my calendar up for the next four years.

It was needless to say we both needed this break, and I planned to make sure we got exactly what we needed. After checking in with my parents since they had Denver, I made my way outside onto the patio with Demi. She was looking something over in her phone, and since she had on her glasses, I knew it was work related.

“I thought we agreed no work this week.”

“I know, baby, but this is something I need you to take a look at.”

“What is it?” I asked, picking her up so I could sit in her seat and put her on my lap.

“It’s the idea for my third app.”

“Demi—”

“I know, I know. Just look.”

Sighing, I chuckled and accepted her phone. My brows wrinkled and confusion immediately set in as I looked at the demo front page.

“Marshall the Manny?” I repeated the headline.

“Yes. It’s for you.” I looked at her as she giggled. “You need your own app so you can keep more of your profit from your books and resources. This way, you’ll also be able to go live outside of social media. If you wanted to offer classes for other childcare providers or have some kind of chat forum, you’d be able to do that here too. What do you think?”

My head shook and eyes watered as I chuckled in disbelief. No one had ever invested in me this way. I was used to being the one serving, edifying, pouring into people and helping them better their lives and businesses. To be with someone who offered me the same was refreshing and felt like a true gift from God.

“I think you’re perfect and I’m so grateful for you. Thank you, love. I love you.”

“I love you too. You deserve this. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

I shifted her slightly so that she was straddling me completely. Our lips connected, and she cupped my cheeks as I deepened the kiss. Her slow grind against me caused me to lift her, pull my dick out, and sit her on it.

“Mm,” she moaned, looking in my eyes as she bit down on her bottom lip.

I got lost in those honey colored eyes like I often did. Demi had the ability to hold me captive like no other woman could. Not just with her pussy, but with her heart, mind, and soul too.

“Marry me.”

Her movements stopped, but I bounced her against me by her waist. She felt far too good for things to end now.

“W-what?” she asked, back arching and chin trembling as she moaned.

“Marry me, Demi.”

With a smile, her eyes watered. “You mean it?”

“I do. I want you to marry me. I want to adopt Denny. I want to spend the rest of my life with both of you.”

Sniffling, she rested her forehead against mine. “Yes,” she muttered against my lips before kissing them.

“Yes?” I repeated.

Demi giggled but it turned into a moan as her walls clenched against me. “Yesss, Marshall. I will marry you.”

We came together as she made that declaration, and as soon as I was sure my legs wouldn’t give out on me, I stood and carried her to bed, where we continued to make love until the sun was replaced by the moon.

Another Six Months Later

“Daddy!” Denver yelled as we made our way into Demi’s parents’ home. Shortly after he turned three, he shifted to calling me Daddy. Though it was what Demi and I said at times to him, we never told him to call me that. One day, Mar-cho changed to Daddy, and that was the day I cried as a grown man. Usually I was able to hold back the tears, but I failed that day and didn’t give a damn.

“Wassup, little man?” I greeted, lowering myself to pick him up.

Demi and I had just finished the paperwork to finalize me adopting Denver and giving him my last name. It was important to the both of us that he be my son legally before our little girl was born. Diego was conceived the day I proposed, and I couldn’t wait for my little girl to make her arrival.

“I want chicken nuggies.”

Chuckling, I looked toward his grandparents. “Y’all ain’t feed my baby?”

Demi’s mom, Ann, rolled her eyes with a smile as Tony, her father, answered. “You know we fed that greedy ass lil boy. He’s just obsessed with chicken nuggets.”

“Is it official?” Ann asked as Demi wrapped up her call and made her way inside behind me.

“It is. It was fairly quick and easy since Andre signed over his rights thankfully,” Demi replied, taking Denver out of my arms as he reached for her.

“Congratulations, son,” Tony said, giving me a handshake that turned into a hug.

“It’s time to celebrate!” Ann cheered.

“What did you have in mind?” Demi asked with a smile.

“Come on out back and you’ll see.”

Demi and I looked at each other before we followed her parents outside. As soon as we stepped out onto the porch, everyone yelled surprise. Both sides of our family were here, and so were my friends, Jessica, and Demi’s team. I held Demi at my side as her father explained our parents wanted to do something to celebrate our success but most importantly our union. It filled me with pride knowing I hadn’t just found my chosen family to love but that our blood families could come together and enjoy each other’s company too.

As the night progressed, we all laughed, ate, drank, danced, and enjoyed ourselves. Games of spades and dice broke out in different parts of the backyard, and it didn’t take long before I realized we’d probably be spending a few hours sleeping here before I was sober enough to get us home. Demi offered to drive since she was pregnant and sober.

The sound of Denver’s laughter as he played with a few of his new cousins filled my ears over the music as I swayed with Demi in my arms. My hands lowered to her ass as I leaned down to kiss her.

“I love you so much,” I declared. “My life is so much better with you and Denny in it. I never knew applying to be your manny would lead to me falling in love with you and gaining a son, but God gave me favor with you, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you just how grateful I am and how much I love you.”

“Marshall,” she whined, standing on the tips of her toes to kiss me. “I’m too emotional for you to be saying stuff like that. Now I want you to fuck me in my parents’ house.”

That got a hearty laugh out of me, and I laughed even harder when she used my hand to tug me toward the door.

“Nah, now. You ain’t about to have your daddy trying to shoot me.”

Sucking her teeth, she led me into the house and upstairs to the room she stayed in when she spent the night. “He knows you be fucking me. I am pregnant with your baby.”

“You get so vulgar when you want this dick.”

“I get nasty too. Let me show you.”

A low whistle escaped me as my eyes dropped to her ass.

“Aht aht!” Ann yelled from downstairs. “Bring y’all asses right back down here!”

We laughed as I closed and locked the door behind us. “You ready to change your mind?” I checked, wrapping my hand around her neck.

“I’ll never change my mind about anything concerning you.”

That was true. I never doubted that.

Demi pushed me onto the bed gently before getting on her knees in front of me. As she pulled my dick out, she told me, “I love you, baby. You reminded me that my heart works, you restored my faith in love, and you’ve healed parts of me that were broken. Filled parts that were missing. The love, safety, and security you provide me and our son is unmatched, and I’m so happy to have you.”

“I—oh shit .”

When she took me into her mouth, no other words needed to be said. Hell, no other words could be said. Like always, she held me captive, not releasing me from her spell until she’d drained me of every drop of my cum. We cleaned up quickly and climbed into bed.

I sent my brother a text and told him to knock on the door and wake me up before they left. He agreed and told me he’d keep an eye on Denver, but I wasn’t worried about that. My little man was surrounded by love, and as long as I was living, it would remain that way for him and his mother… and soon, my little girl.

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