Epilogue
Harry
Two years later
A scoop of scrambled eggs splattered across Zora’s shirt. Again.
Mornings with a toddler were nothing if not fucking messy. I laughed at her as she gave Zack a pretend scowl and yanked her top over her head, dipping into the hall to drop it straight into the laundry basket.
We had one downstairs now. Such was the domestic bliss of our lives. No one stayed clean for long.
I watched her move through the morning routine with a grin on my face, her now-naked stomach round with baby number two as she handed Zack some toast.
“No want it,” he grumbled in his sweet little voice. He looked just like me, was big and brawny for a two-year-old, larger than most of the others at his day care. But still, when he pouted, he was the cutest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
I came up behind Zora and kissed the side of her neck, my hands landing on her waist. “Go and get changed,” I muttered in her ear. “I’ll finish up here.”
She turned in my arms and planted a kiss on my lips, grinning up at me.
“Thanks, babe,” she said. “He’s being extra grouchy today.”
“I noticed.” I dropped my gaze to her barely encased tits, resisting the urge to give them a squeeze. She swatted at my arm and pointed an accusing finger at me.
“Stop it,” she scolded, but her eyes twinkled.
I opened my mouth to continue teasing when a slice of soggy, buttered toast slapped me on the cheek. It slipped down my face, leaving a trail of butter and crumbs in its wake.
Zora grinned, biting back a laugh before setting her stern mom expression in place to turn to Zack. He was not feeling breakfast today.
She chucked a wet dishtowel at me as she scooped the monster from the highchair and balanced him on her hip. “We all need a clean up now,” she said, ruffling his hair.
“No!” Zack repeated his favorite word, his sticky fists all tense and angry. Silly little man.
I grabbed him from Zora. “Let’s give your mama a minute of peace, shall we, little man?” I muttered as I carried him from the room, turning to wink at Zora.
She rolled her eyes but smiled and followed us up the stairs.
“What time are you meeting Bellamy?” I asked as we moved, dodging one of Zack’s grubby paws.
Zora sighed. “An hour. Should be fine.”
Zora and Bellamy worked together now, or rather, Zora worked for Bellamy.
They’d opened a queer bookshop, and Zora helped run it.
It wasn’t perfect for her, and she definitely had more goals to achieve, but she was happy for the moment.
The pay was good, the hours flexible, and Bellamy was an excellent fucking boss.
Even though they’d never really warmed up to me.
“I’ll get the little man to daycare; you get yourself sorted and away.” We paused in the hall, at separate doors. Zack squirmed out of my arms and scrambled into his bedroom, yammering on about the toy animals he had all lined up across his rug.
My shoulders dropped, relaxing, and I turned back to my woman. We hadn’t spoken about it once, but I was going to marry her one day soon. I had the ring buried at the bottom of my underwear drawer and a plan ready to enact.
It was a tricky subject because, for fuck’s sake, I’d been here already with her sister. So we hadn’t talked about it, but I knew it was what Zora wished for. Fuck, I craved it too. I wanted her to be mine in the eyes of the law too.
“What are you thinking about?” Zora asked, turning and leaning on our closed bedroom door.
She looked so delicious with her round, stretched stomach, the jeans that she struggled to button up and a nursing bra because I’d never stopped drinking from her tits.
They were bigger now, veiny and darker at the nipple.
“Stop looking at my tits or we’ll never get anywhere. ”
I smirked and stepped across the hall to her, yanking her body to mine to kiss her. It turned dirty fast, our tongues stroking together, breathing picking up. Fuck, I wanted her.
My hands roamed over every inch of her I could reach, and I pressed my fast-hardening cock against her hip.
“Harry…” she murmured, admonishing but still leaning into me.
I groaned into her neck, kissing down toward her shoulder, toward her chest. When my hand drifted up to cup her tits, she sighed and caved, tipping her head to the side so I had better access. She hummed with pleasure when my hands brushed along her waistband.
Then something crashed in Zack’s room, and he shouted in surprise, shattering the tension. I planted one more hard kiss on Zora’s lips before leaving her space, giving her another wink as I darted toward Zack’s room.
I heard Zora laugh and sigh as she turned into our bedroom.
Life was messy, but so fucking worth it.
We’d always find ways to make it work, taking each day, each moment as it came and carrying on through.
It wasn’t easy; things with Zora’s family were still fraught.
Mine were supportive enough, not wanting to get involved in any drama, but we were still mostly alone.
But with Zora, that was fucking fine. We were the perfect damn fit, squeezing ourselves into a hole we weren’t meant to be in, but making it work anyway.
I loved her, was going to marry her, and I couldn’t wait for her to know that.
For now, the future wasn’t terrifying. It was ours.