Epilogue
Octavia
After the day Abel showed up at the studio, Knight and I stayed home for a week, resetting the routine that had been destroyed that day.
For the first time, I asked my husband why he needed things done in a certain way at a certain time, and although it was hard for him to explain in a way that made sense to me, by the end of the conversation, I’d learned so much about what makes Knight tick.
Our day starts at five in the morning when he wraps me in a blanket and carries me into the gym. If I wake up before he’s finished working out, we fuck in the bed, or the pool, or wherever we can that will fit my ever-growing pregnant belly.
If I don’t wake up, he carries me back upstairs and wakes me up with his mouth or fingers on and in my pussy until I orgasm. It’s the absolute perfect alarm clock. We eat breakfast together, then he runs me a bath just like he did on the very first morning we spent together.
Our days aren’t as structured as Knight would like, but we always eat lunch together. Sometimes lunch comes with his dick or fingers and an orgasm. But some days, not having a chance to touch each other drives us both insane in a deliciously frustrating way.
When my time is a little more chaotic than Knight can cope with, I’ve learned to spot his tells, and he’s learning to express that he’s struggling. He’ll always need his routine, and I’ll probably never really understand why, but what we both know is that we need each other.
Neither of us likes to be away from the other. We’re codependent in an incredibly unhealthy way, but who cares if it makes us both happy. All of our days end the same way, with us wrapped up in each other, grateful that fate or animal instinct, this town, or sheer dumb luck led us together.
I’m his mate, his wife, his doll, and he’s my everything. Knight and I aren’t normal. We’re weird as fuck, but what’s wrong with being weird? Fuck friendship. Fuck taking it slow. We burned normal to the ground, and what we found in the ashes was our perfect happy ever after.
The end.