Epilogue 1- Jack
“Jack!” I hear my princess yell from the living room.
She was in there feeding LJ last I checked, and I’m not sure I’ve ever run so fast as I left the bottles I was sterilizing, leaped over the island, and raced to her side.
I knew when we agreed to babysit LJ at Blanche’s house so that Sloane and Ledger could go celebrate her “six-week clearance,” I should have hired security.
Knowing I’m responsible for the safety of Ledger’s firstborn has had me on edge all weekend.
We’ve cleared the air, and I feel like our brotherhood is stronger than ever.
He told me last week that he can’t imagine trusting anyone else with his sister, and we had a very manly hug and cry.
“What? What’s wrong?” I ask frantically, sliding to a stop in the living room and realizing too late that I didn’t even bring a knife from the kitchen to neutralize any threats.
I’ve been training with Ledger, though, so I feel pretty confident in my ability to take most guys down.
I look for an intruder, but only find Margot giving me a bemused look, holding LJ as he gazes up at me calmly with his big gray eyes.
“Don’t be dramatic, we’re fine. But I did just find something very interesting on your phone while I was trying to find the PDF of the legal agreement between the club and La Reine that Marco sent.
What exactly is this?” She hands the phone to me, going back to snuggling an increasingly sleepy LJ, and I look down to see what she’s found.
I damn sure don’t have any more secrets for her to find, so I have no idea what she’s talking about.
It’s a document saved in my miscellaneous folder on the cloud, and I can feel my face turn beet red when I see what she’s been reading…
I can feel you starting to panic, and I can't wait to see how your brilliant mind finds yourself a way out of this. I know you will. Speaking of panic, I bought our wedding bands this week to match the engagement ring I’ve had for years.
I can’t live in a world where I don’t believe I can earn you back anymore.
I can’t. So I’m out here like an idiot doing everything I can in the meantime to convince myself that I will.
Earn you back, that is. I’m also working on a few backup plans, currently ranging from hiring someone to kidnap us both so that you fall in love with me again via trauma bonding to buying a private island and acting like we’re shipwrecked with no communication devices.
My ideas are all forced proximity for now, but I’m sure I’ll think of more.
Last week, I bought the estate that borders Sloane and Ledger's house, and the one that borders your mother’s, so that we can live close to whoever you want.
Or both. I’m hoping…ah goddammit, Margot.
Of all the things you could’ve done, why did you have to choose sucking on my fucking neck?
Such a smart girl. Too smart for your own good.
Fuck baby. Fuuuck. You were supposed to have ten more minutes, but I don’t think I can do this.
Bye for now, Princess. I have to go spank you, then fuck you into next year.
Now I’m beet red with a painfully hard dick.
I cough out a laugh that I hope comes across as nonchalant, then end up choking on my spit in the most chalant way possible.
Margot offers me her glass of water while I try to recover my ability to breathe, and then quietly waits for my explanation, trying not to jostle the sleeping baby with her own shaking shoulders.
“Uh, well…so,” I begin, not really sure if she’s going to want to talk about the club at all. “All those times that, uh, well. I had you, preoccupied and um. I said I was working. I was really just basically typing my stream of consciousness and manifesting getting you back.”
“There are pages and pages of this, Jack.”
“Yeah, I, uh, printed it out once just to see, and it was eighteen pages, I think. Front and back.” I sigh. “I’m sorry. I know we haven’t talked about the club, and it’s a ton to unpack. We don’t have to discuss it if it’s mostly negative feelings for you.”
“Come here, Jackie. Sit,” she says softly, and I obey her immediately, tucking myself half behind her on the couch, wrapping one arm around her shoulders to softly play with the wisps of LJ’s blond hair as he sleeps in the crook of her arm.
“I told you that I forgive you, and I meant it. It doesn’t upset me to think about the club. I’ve actually wanted to bring it up myself, but I’ve been too nervous.”
Pausing my path tracing the baby’s tiny eyebrows, I turn my head to look at her. “You’ve been nervous? Why?”
Now it’s her turn to blush, and I can’t wait to hear what she’s got to say.
“Well, okay. I’m just going to say it, but please don’t be mad.
We’ve been having tons of really hot sex, and if we never change a thing, I’d be satisfied our whole lives.
But I kindofmissyoudominatingme. Not that I want all our sex to be that way.
But if we still played sometimes, maybe…
” She bites that damn lower lip and looks at me with those sparkling blue eyes.
Oh, fuck yes. It’s Christmas and the Super Bowl all wrapped up in one.
My princess misses being my pet. I could make her repeat it, but I’m literally salivating at the thought of putting her back on her leash, so I put her out of her misery and make it very clear that I’ve been missing it too.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I scratch at her scalp for a few passes before fisting a handful at the nape of her neck and locking her in place, facing me.
“You’ve missed me, pet?” I purr, and her eyes roll back in her head.
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers, and I’m about to tie her to this couch with anything I can get my hands on when LJ wakes up and fusses. I kiss her temple and go to prepare a bottle, but this conversation is far from over.
After dinner, she’s burping LJ and resisting putting him in his crib when I walk into his nursery.
As she rocks him back and forth, humming under her breath and pressing tiny kisses to the top of his head, I’m struck by what a natural she is.
Finally she puts him down in his crib, cozy and safe in his sleep sack.
Turning, she startles a little at me standing in the doorway and smacks me with the burp cloth before we double-check all the monitors and close the door.
Not that he’s sleeping for too long at once yet, but still.
Routine is crucial, according to Ledger.
Settling into the couch with a fire fading in the fireplace, we curl up in the quiet, enjoying each other’s company.
“You’re a natural with him, you know,” I say, playing with her hair and breathing in her soft exhale. “Nobody would ever believe you’re the baby of the family. It looks like you’ve taken care of babies all your life.”
She shrugs. “He’s an easy baby to love, and I don’t know. It feels right. Even if I haven’t taken care of that many, I always loved playing with baby dolls as a kid. I’m sure you remember, old man.”
I roll my eyes and give her a tiny pinch. “Yes, darling, I remember. I also remember holding you as a baby, so don’t sass your elders.”
We laugh, but then she’s biting her lip again, telling me she’s got something else on her mind that she doesn’t want to say. Finally, she turns, fully straddling me so she can face me head-on and see my full reaction to whatever this is about to be.
“We haven’t talked about it since the hospital, but that note reminded me. You were serious about the properties?”
I can’t stop a half grin from appearing on my face, giving an embarrassed laugh.
“Uh, yeah, Princess. I bought them all back when I wrote that note. We can look at them while we’re down here, if you want, or I can sell them.
It’s the hundred acres west of your mom’s house that used to be the Brown’s and the Smith’s.
They were both selling so I combined the lots.
I think the best spot for a house would be maybe five minutes from here on a golf cart.
Then the spot at Ledger’s is the thirty-five acres directly north of their house, up against the forest, probably a walkable distance from their place but not visible because of the trees.
The lot neighboring Henry’s is smaller, but I have no doubt we can make it into whatever you want. Why?”
Margot takes a deep breath and meets my eyes. “I’m supposed to pick up my new birth control pack from the pharmacy tomorrow.”
I furrow my brow in confusion. “That’s fine. I can pick it up tomorrow when I go grab lunch. Is there anything else you need?”
Laughing, my princess shakes her head before putting both her hands on my face. “No, Jack. I…don’t think I want you to pick it up. I don’t think I want to take it anymore.”
My brain short-circuits as all my blood flows south to my dick. My gorgeous, perfect woman wants my baby. I think. And I think she wants it now. I might pass out. “Why did you ask about the land?” I ask, probably sounding like an idiot but trying to keep up with what she’s saying.
“Well…” She laughs, leaving me distracted by her smile, lighting up the room and fighting for my attention with her words.
“I was hoping that maybe we could pick our favorite and start building a big house.” She leans in and gives me the softest kiss.
“Keeping LJ for the weekend has been a dream, and I just…I want one. Maybe with blue eyes,” she continues, like she doesn’t see me fighting for my life, holding back tears.
“Sloane said they’re starting to try for another right away so that hopefully they’ll be close in age, and if we started now, all the cousins could grow up together. ”
At some point, my brain reboots, and I feel like I’m back in control of myself.
Grabbing her waist, I grind her down on my painfully hard cock so that she can feel exactly what I think of this proposal.
I’m completely on board. Fuck. I was content to have her to myself for a few years first, but I’m equally content to make a mini version of us, taking our love and turning it into a new precious life.
She gasps, and it’s intoxicating. Oh yeah. I’m gonna have fun with this.
“Is this what you want, Princess?” I ask, and she whines. “Eyes, Margot. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” They snap to mine, and they’re blown with lust but still mischievous. I almost forgot how fun it was to play with her like this.
“I have to make sure I understand what you want so I can give it to you, baby. You want this dick, right? You want me to come inside you, so fucking deep, that it wouldn’t matter if you were on birth control or not, don’t you?”
“Yes, please. Jack, I need it. I want it. I want your baby,” she pants, and I groan, forcing her to slow. Doing this isn’t going to help our quest at all. I pull her down to my chest so that I can purr directly into her ear.
“Maybe I’ll show you where I’ve been storing the breeding bench I had made for you, pet. I can leave you spread open all day for me and give you as much cum as you can keep inside that greedy little pussy, hmm?” She whimpers again, desperate and writhing on my lap.
“I’m gonna track my ovulation and make sure we have the best chances,” she whispers, cut off when my hand gently but firmly wraps around her throat and brings her attention back to me as I laugh darkly.
Looking straight into her eyes so she sees how serious I am, I tell her the truth.
“I’m not going to need a schedule to get you pregnant, Princess.
Now that you’ve told me what you want, I’m going to give it to you.
You don’t have to worry about anything else.
” I capture her mouth in a deep, languid kiss, and I’m about to tell her to go wait naked on the bed for me on all fours when the baby monitor goes off.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I kiss her nose, then stand and put her on her shaky legs.
“I’ll take this one. Go get ready for bed and get comfortable, darling.
You won’t be sleeping much.” I punctuate my statement with a smack on her ass as I go to get LJ and a bottle.
Might as well get a little more baby practice in while I can.
If I have anything to say about it, it won’t even be a year before we’re snuggled up with our own.