Epilogue
“I love you more. There isn’t a line I wouldn’t cross for your love, baby. Never forget that.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet.” She leaned forward, offering me her lips.
“A few seconds ago, I was crass. Which is it?” I said after we kissed.
“I guess it depends on the moment.”
She looked down at our daughter, who stared up at her in adornment while sucking her breast. I could watch my two favorite girls all day and would forever be in awe of them.
After dealing with a woman like Chanice, who didn’t seem to have a motherly bone in her body, I didn’t know what to expect from Aranda. I was relieved by and grateful for the way she eased into motherhood.
Deuce embraced her so quickly; it was as if he’d known her since birth. Aranda loved my son in such a way that made me realize what he’d missed out on by not having a mother for the first five years of his life.
Before Chanice left Black Elm, I lawyered up and requested she sign over her parental rights. Thankfully, she didn’t fight me on it but requested to see Deuce one last time. I wanted to be done with her ass, but my parents told me to honor her request. I did, and the visit didn’t go well.
Deuce wasn’t fucking with Chanice…at all. He wouldn’t leave my side, and when Chanice reached for him, he shook his head and hid behind me. I imagine his behavior stung a little, and she became angry, accusing my parents and me of spoiling him and turning him against her.
It was strange to witness because I’d watched Chanice give birth to him, but they had absolutely no connection.
After the visit, I asked her about it, and she confessed she had no feelings for him.
She eagerly signed over her rights without having an attorney look over the paperwork, and I hadn’t heard from her since.
It wasn’t as if we’d ever communicated regularly, but now, I didn’t expect to ever hear from her again.
“Can you burp her while I shower and get ready?”
“How about I have Montrell burp her, and I shower with you?”
“You’re hell-bent on getting me pregnant again, aren’t you?”
“I remember someone telling me they wanted four kids, and I aim to please.”
“Since you can’t keep your hands to yourself, it’ll probably happen sooner rather than later. Maybe us working together wasn’t such a good idea.”
“Nah. It can’t get any better than this.”
I’d never considered coaching until Coach Crawford suggested I apply for the assistant coach position when Aranda was promoted. My degree was in Exercise Science with a minor in Sports Nutrition. With my background and experience, I was qualified and decided to apply.
“Take your daughter. I got ten minutes to spare, and the clock starts now.”
“Shit, I only need two.”
I cradled my baby girl in my arms and headed toward the direction Montrell had gone. I wasn’t too sure about him when we were first introduced, but we’d come a long way. I could admit it was more me than him, but he had no problem returning whatever energy I gave him.
“Aye, can you burp her and put her to sleep? We’re about to get ready.”
“I got you.”
Montrell took Nikole from my arms, put her over his shoulder, and softly patted her back. I rushed to our bedroom in the suite and heard the shower when I entered.
“Eight minutes,” she shouted.
“I told your pretty ass all I need was two.”
I stripped down to my birthday suit and stepped into the shower. Since I was on the clock, I didn’t waste time pressing my wife against the shower wall and devouring her mouth.
She lifted one of her legs so my dick could rest against her clit. When my hand moved to grope one of her breasts, she pushed them away. Since she was breastfeeding, she tried to limit how much access I had to them. Most times, she failed, but since we didn’t have a lot of time, I didn’t force it.
“Seven minutes,” she whispered against my lips.
I lifted her other leg, and she wrapped it around my waist. My dick knew where home was, so there was no need to guide him. We sighed when my full length was snugly inside her.
Of course, I got carried away and went well past my allotted ten minutes, but she didn’t complain while she came on my dick, and I filled her womb with my seeds.
Three hours later, we were two minutes away from our second national championship in a row and in BEU history. I still couldn’t get enough of watching Aranda in action. Thankfully, I’d managed to control my dick a little better, but it continued to be a challenge.
We were only up by one and didn’t want the game to go into overtime. I was the quiet and more reserved coach between the two of us. I should’ve been paying attention to the game, but my eyes stayed on my wife as she paced the sidelines and barked out commands I knew our players couldn’t hear.
It wasn’t until she screamed and ran to the other end of the field that I tuned back into the game. The other team lost the ball, and both teams were fighting for possession. Reid managed to scoop it up and head toward the opposing team’s goal.
He passed it to Patrick, who went for the shot. He missed, but it didn’t matter. The time on the clock had expired, and we were two-time national champions. Aranda turned to look for me, as she always did, and I was never too far away.
I wrapped her in my arms, lifted her from the ground, and spun her around while our lips pressed against one another’s. The team surrounded us as they celebrated our huge accomplishment.
“You did it,” I said when I placed her back on her feet.
“ We did it.”
“Thank you for being brave enough to follow your heart and cross the lines for love.”
THE END