Epilogue
Brody
It’s been just a little over a year and a half since our sudden Vegas wedding, and life has changed in ways I never could have imagined.
The babies are almost eight months old now, and our lives have turned into a constant blur of diapers, sleepless nights, and baby giggles.
I stand in the nursery, holding little Forrest against my chest as he fusses softly. He’s the hardest to get to sleep, but something about me holding him makes him calm down, and I can’t describe what that feels like.
It was the same for Josh too, but raising Josh as a single dad was a cakewalk compared to three on two.
I’m thankful to have been a father before. I don’t know how I would’ve handled the learning curve as a new parent.
Tasha took to it like a natural, and most of the time, I’m just in awe of her as a mother.
She’s the best mother I’ve ever seen, and I’m so proud she’s the mother of my children.
The winter wind howls outside, but in here, it’s warm and peaceful.
I glance over at Tasha, standing in front of the mirror, frowning at her reflection. She’s wearing one of my old flannel shirts, the brown and green pattern complimenting her coloring. Her hair up in a messy bun, and she’s absolutely beautiful.
Still, I can see the worry lines on her face as she pulls at her shirt, fretting over imaginary stretch marks that I can barely even see.
“Tasha, stop picking at yourself,” I tell her as I bounce Forest gently in my arms. “You’re gorgeous, stretchmarks or not.”
With a half-hearted smile, she turns to me, her eyes still clouded with self-doubt. The lines on her brow flicker in the orange light of the fire.
“I just don’t feel like myself anymore,” she murmurs.
I approach her, pressing a kiss to her soft cheek. “Well, I think you’re perfect,” I say, my voice low and sincere.
I glance down at the matching bassinets where our two little girls, Rose and Lily, are finally sleeping.
Seeing their tiny faces fills me with a pride I never knew was possible. Rose has an adorable pink unicorn onesie on, while her sister is dressed in purple floral.
Tasha finally stops fussing in front of the mirror and walks over to where I’m placing Forrest in his blue bassinet, kissing his little forehead. There’s something so grounding about moments like this. It’s just us, our babies, and the quiet hum of the ranch around us.
Tasha stands close beside me, watching our son drift off to sleep. She sighs as she picks up a thick textbook from the side table next to the crib.
The steely determination in her eyes is something I’ve always admired, even more so now that she’s balancing motherhood with her studies.
She’s back in college part-time, filled with determination to finish her Business degree.
“Time to hit the books?” I ask.
She groans lightly, rolling her eyes with annoyance. “Yeah. I need to get a couple of chapters in before they all wake up again.”
I chuckle softly, turning off the nursery light as we slip out of the room, closing the door quietly behind us.
Tasha heads to our bedroom, settling onto the bed with her textbook, but I’ve got other plans.
I walk over, leaning against the doorway, watching her. “Hey.”
She looks up, confused, but there’s a playful hint in her gaze. “Hey?”
“I was just wondering if you’d let me interrupt your study session,” I say eagerly.
I lean down before she can respond, kissing her with an intensity that makes her book slip from her grasp and fall to the floor. Her hands sweep across my chest, lighting a fire within me that burns red-hot. My hands slide beneath her thighs.
I lift her up into my arms and kiss her over and over again as her sweet-smelling hair tickles my face. The feel of her body in my hands, the sound of her sighs as I nibble against her neck, it drives me wild.
I flop her on the bed gently, climbing on top of her and pulling her shirt up greedily. My lips fall to her nipples, caressing and licking against her. She sighs as I trail further down, grazing my teeth against her prickled skin.
“That tickles,” she sighs.
“Oh,” I murmur. “What about this?”
My hand slides between her thighs, rubbing against her with my fingers. She arches her back, moaning suddenly before burying her face into a pillow.
“You don’t want to wake the kids, do you?” I hiss, playfully looking up at her.
She looks back at me, her dreamy eyes half open, shaking her head.
“Shhh,” I whisper, driving my face in between her legs.
She’s as quiet as she can be, but I can still hear her muffled groans through the pillow, hot and heavy as I slide my tongue across her wet folds. Her hand falls to the back of my head, and I dive deeper into her, sucking against every inch of her.
Pulling myself up, I allow myself to lean on top of her. Tasha opens her legs around me, her delicate hands falling to the waistband of my sweatpants.
I feel myself flop forward as she pulls them down, and suddenly her hands are against my ass, pulling me into her. I moan, feeling her take control as she grinds against me from below, and I feel myself shudder from the sheer pleasure until I can’t take it any longer.
Tasha’s laughter is like music in our bedroom. I pull her closer, feeling her melt against me, her worries forgotten for now. “What do you say?” I murmur against her lips. “You want to practice making more kids?”
Her fingers run through my hair, she lets out a breathy giggle. “Hmm…maybe,” she teases, her voice a soft whisper as she looks me straight in the eyes. “But only if the next batch isn’t triplets.”
I laugh, pulling her close against me. The warmth of her body feels like home, the kind of home I never knew I was missing until she came into my life.
We lie there, wrapped up in each other, her head resting on my chest as the pale moonlight cascades through the window. The sound of the wind outside and the crackling of the fireplace fills the room, making everything feel perfect, serene.
“Do you ever think about how different our lives were a year ago?” Tasha asks softly, tracing circles on my chest. “About, everything that happened?”
“All the time,” I admit, my arms tightening around her. “I never imagined this would be my life back then, to have three babies and a beautiful wife. You’re everything I never knew I could have.”
Tasha looks up at me, her amber eyes shining with love. “I’m so glad you came after me, Brody.”
I kiss her gently, licking against her full lips.
“I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” I whisper against her mouth. “Because there’s nothing I want more than this, than us.”
She smiles her angelic smile, snuggling deeper into my arms.
Wrapped in the warmth of each other and the life we’ve built together, we drift off to sleep.
The end.
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