Epilogue
Dotty
“ D a-duh!” Missy, my two-year-old daughter, squeals the moment that Zac is through the door of the bus. The three of us have been on tour for the last two months.
When it was time for Zac to go on the road to promote his new album, neither of us wanted to be apart. He retrofitted the bus to make it safe for our little girl and now we’re traveling the country.
I love that Missy gets to see all of these new things. At only two, she’s not impressed by much. Except her “da-duh”. She adores Zac and one look at the two of them together, and it’s obvious the feeling is mutual.
She lunges for him and he catches her easily, scooping her into his arms. He peppers her with kisses before turning his attention to me. “How’s my other favorite cowgirl?”
“Feeling pretty good,” I tell him, touching my stomach where the bump is barely visible through my clothes. Without my clothes, there’s the slightest pooch.
Zac loves making me to take off my clothes so he can “measure” the bump with his hands. Every time he measures it though, I end up on the bed with his head between my thighs.
“Tars!” Missy demands.
He smiles at her. “OK, one song before bed.”
Her eyes light up and she pushes at him, indicating she wants to be down. The moment he sets her on the floor, she toddles over to the corner and pulls on her tiny pink guitar. This is their “tars”, which means “guitars”.
The two of them will sit and play music together for hours. He’s been teaching her chords. I’m not sure how much of it she really understands, but she loves spending time with her dad.
He settles on the couch and helps her sit beside him, then the two of them are strumming away together. He’s humming a melody that he’s been playing with a lot lately. His latest album went gold within a few weeks of the release, but he’s already thinking about new songs. I joke that I can’t wash any of his clothes without forty sticky notes going into the machine. Even though it drives me crazy, it’s one more thing I love about this man.
They finish the song and Missy convinces him to play two more before she’s yawning and he puts his foot down. He helps her into the portable crib, settling her with her favorite blanket and stuffed toy.
He’s an amazing father. If he’s not on stage, he’s with me and our girl. Everything he does is for our family. He’s so protective over us.
“Come on now. Into bed for you, too, mama,” he murmurs. He gets me into bed in the back of the bus before disappearing into the kitchenette. When he returns, he pulls the pocket door half-closed. We’ll be able to hear Missy if she stirs, but she’s a hard sleeper.
He joins me in the bed, bringing me a bowl of chocolate ice cream. Lately, it’s been my constant craving. The first thing he does in every new city is find the local grocery store and stock the freezer.
“So yummy,” I whisper as he feeds me little bites.
I’m curled up against his bare chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. His body has changed since we’ve gotten married. Like me, he’s a little bit bigger and a little bit more on the hefty side. But I love the changes to his body. I love how there’s more of him to hold onto. I love how his big body squishes me into the mattress.
After I learned I was pregnant with Missy, I went back into therapy for a little while. I knew I’d need support to cope with my changing body, and I’m so glad I did that. I haven’t done that with this pregnancy yet. But it’s different this time around. I’m more settled and secure in who I am. I’m comfortable with my body, and I love that Zac still adores it.
“You looked really nice tonight backstage,” he tells me. He’s lying, and we both know it. I was a sweaty, hot mess who looked like she’d just been freshly fucked.
“Yeah, well, that’s because I hooked up with a good-looking cowboy,” I answer as he feeds me another bite. Sometimes, I pretend to be a desperate fan. Other times, I’m an inexperienced roadie. Whatever the game, Zac is always more than happy to play along with my fantasies.
He chuckles and I can feel the rumbling vibrations. “Did you now?”
“Mmm-hmm. The cowboy found me sneaking into his dressing room backstage, so he bent me over a table and fucked me hard,” I sigh quietly, replaying tonight’s events. I can’t wait to do that with him again.
“And what happened then?”
“Then he made me watch his show from backstage while his come dripped from my pussy.” Thinking about it is making me so horny. I love it when he talks about breeding my body and how he has to keep filling me up so I can get nice and round for him.
“Sounds naughty.”
“But so hot.”
“Did you learn a lesson about sneaking into the dressing room?” He asks, putting a hand on my thigh and caressing my soft skin. Both pregnancies have made me incredibly horny, and we can’t keep our hands off of each other lately.
“I learned that naughty girls have all the fun,” I answer cheekily.
He sighs. “Sounds like you need another lesson already.”
“I think so too,” I agree, eagerly parting my thighs for my husband.
He spends the rest of the night taking care of my body in every way imaginable. By the time the sun comes up, we’re both exhausted and there’s not a place on my skin that doesn’t have the evidence that Zac was all over me.
Despite the rising sun, it’ll be hours until we’re in the next city which means we can sleep for a while still. It took me a little while to get used to the inverted schedule, but I don’t mind it. It means we get to touch each other all night long.
“Try to get some sleep now,” Zac whispers as he pulls the blankets over my body. “I love you, wife.”
I murmur that I love him before I snuggle deeper into the blankets, smiling to myself. My body is so well used and my heart is so very loved by this rowdy cowboy.