Epilogue
F our Years Later
“Darling . . .” Jon’s voice trailed off as he entered the bedroom and found his wife standing in just her underwear.
“No.” She giggled. “Where’s Betsy?” she asked, thinking that she hadn’t heard her daughter nearby for a while.
“She’s with Tilda downstairs.” Jon had already closed the distance between them, backing his wife up until she came to have her behind perched on the edge of the dressing table. “She’s showing her all of her birthday presents.” He grinned, thinking of his little girl who he didn’t think he could love any more than he did but also knowing that when Betsy was in full flow they’d have plenty of time to do whatever and all he wanted to do was her.
“Brooker, we don’t have time for this. We have a birthday party to prepare and host, but later, after our baby who is no longer a baby has gone to bed, I have plans for you.” She seemed to tease and promise, allowing her lips to soften against his.
“I swear, you are going to oust me from my seat and office with negotiation skills like that.”
Steph laughed. “Never. Who’d be on hand to service me during office hours if I ousted you.” Her laugh became a squeal as Jon pulled her closer and began to trace a path to her ear that he was whispering against now.
“I’m going to be servicing you right here and now if you keep talking.”
She let out a moan as he nipped the lobe of her ear and wondered if they did have time for some servicing right there and then, even if it was a quickie before any guests arrived because if Betsy was going to show Tilda all of her presents she’d be occupied a while as she had been very overindulged in the gift department.
“I might like that,” Steph admitted making her husband smile.
“I know you would, darling.” His lips were already moving back to capture her mouth as one hand settled on her hip ready to pull down her underwear when they heard a loud cry.
“Daddy! Where are you?” The little girl’s steps grew closer.
Looking down at Steph, he replied in a hushed tone. “Hiding and about to get blue balls.”
Steph laughed at her frowning husband. “Later, just you and me and we’ll celebrate Jelly Bean’s birthday together.”
“Mrs Brooker, your ‘together’ better involve kissing and touching, orgasms and fucking.”
Steph laughed again as Betsy threw the door open and eyed them suspiciously. “Is there any other way?”
“Mummy,” the little girl squealed. “Why are you on the furniture?”
Steph said nothing but did get down as her husband scooped their daughter up into his arms.
“Here’s my birthday Jelly Bean,” Jon said, already throwing her around in the air and making her giggle uncontrollably.
“How’s the birthday going, baby?” Steph asked, slipping a t-shirt on over her head before dipping in to kiss her daughter’s face.
The little girl frowned and looked just like her father at that second.
“Hey, what’s up?” Steph asked as Jon sat on the bed. Taking the space next to him as their daughter occupied his lap, she waited.
“I got lots and lots of presents but I didn’t get what I really wanted,” the little girl confessed with a pout to her lips.
Steph and Jon exchanged a glance of confusion thinking they had gotten their daughter everything she had wanted, or they thought they had.
“What did you want then?” Jon asked.
“Someone else might have got it for you,” Steph offered.
The little girl shook her head. “Last week at George’s party he let me blow the candles out too.” Her mother nodded whilst her father thought that George didn’t really get much choice in his daughter having a turn. “And I made a wish for a brother or a sister, like George. It’s not fair because George has a brother and a sister.” She wore a pout identical to her mother’s.
Steph felt her jaw drop. She and Jon had talked about having more children, especially when Lindsay and Charlie had added to their family that now included a daughter of two and a baby boy. They planned on expanding their family, but somehow the timing was never quite right. Jon had suggested recently that if they kept waiting the timing would never be right and it had been anything but when Steph had fallen pregnant the first time. Jon simply glanced across at her, confirming that the ball was firmly in her court, always had been because he would have added a new baby within a year of Betsy being born.
“Baby, that’s something for Mummy and Daddy to talk about and you can’t wish a baby brother or sister for your birthday.” Steph watched her nodding daughter curling into her father’s embrace before putting her thumb into her mouth as she still did when sad, tired, unwell or in need of comfort. “Why don’t you go and ask Tilda if she can get your cake out and once I have finished dressing I’ll come down and we can finish decorating those biscuits.
Like that, the little girl was smiling again and leaping from her father’s lap to go and find Tilda.
“I love you, baby,” Steph called to her, feeling guilty.
“Shit!” Jon muttered.
“Yup. Look, maybe . . .”
Jon placed a finger over his wife’s lips. “No, we are not going to have a baby to make Jelly Bean happy. You know I want more children, whenever you’re ready, but you need to be ready. So, are you ready for another baby, Stephanie?”
Steph thought and imagined she’d be thinking long and hard before coming up with an answer, but the truth was that she loved being a mum, had taken to it like a duck to water when she never imagined she would. Jon was an amazing dad as she always knew he would be. She thought back to her own childhood as the baby and wondered how it would have been to be an only child, to be lonely. How would she have coped when her mother died without the love and support of her siblings? As she spoke it appeared that she didn’t need to think, not really, so went with what was in her heart.
“Change of plan for tonight, Mr Brooker; kissing, touching, orgasms and fucking, but we might just need to make a baby, too.”
Jon’s face broke out into a huge grin. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely. Why wouldn’t I want more of this, of our life, of you, and more Jelly Beans, although you might need a new nickname as that one’s taken.”
With his lips closing over hers and his hands caressing her skin and a happiness settling over them both, Steph didn’t doubt that her usually protective husband was about to go into overdrive again.
THE END