Epilogue
“Daddy!”
“Hmm.”
“Dadddddddddddyyyy, wake up.”
I shook my head and grumbled, “I don’t want to, Bella.”
“No. Bad Daddy!”
A small smile tugged my lips hearing the scream of my little demon. She learned that from her gorgeous mama. I opened my eyes and saw one of the most beautiful grins even if it was missing one front tooth.
“Morning, Daddy!” She jumped on my chest, her small arms wrapping around my neck.
I sat up and cradled her small body to my chest, her pink pajamas smelling like coconut and candies. “Good morning, cupcake,” I mumbled when she kissed my cheek.
Her wild brown hair was in a mess. Her mother or I was going to have a field day with it. Whoever caught her first.
“Do you know what day it is, Daddy?” she asked cheekily, a small dimple poking her left cheek and her beautiful mismatched eyes blinking up at me.
I gathered her small body in my arms and stood up. Her small giggles melted my heart when I rubbed my face in her tummy, my hair tickling her face.
“Daddy, stop, you are being silly.” She grabbed my hair in her small palms, effectively stopping me.
I walked into the bathroom and kept her down on the counter, applying toothpaste on her pink toothbrush. After wetting it with the water, I handed her the small toothbrush. “Come on, you need to brush your teeth.”
She grumbled, “I don’t want to. My mouth freezes when I drink water, Daddy.”
I grinned at her excuse. “Your mother will have our bums if you don’t brush your teeth this instant.”
“What does that mean?”
“Start brushing, Aethra,” I said in a warning voice. She pouted but started cleaning her teeth.
After brushing our teeth, we both walked downstairs.
I smiled leaning on the door, watching my gorgeous wife make the batter of cake.
Her curvy, lithe body swayed in the peach slip dress she was wearing.
My other head twitched in my sweatpants when I saw the thin fabric shaping against her ass, stomach, and accentuating the hips I loved so dearly.
I held back my groan when I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra, and all I wanted to do was remove that dress and slide myself home, sucking on those beautiful tits.
The squeal of Aethra brought me back to reality when she launched herself on her mother’s legs but tripped on the rug.
“Aethra! How many times have I told you not to run? You will hurt yourself, sweetheart,” Kiara helped her up and checked if she bruised her knee. She ignored her mother’s concern and climbed on a chair at the island.
I took my wife in my arms and kissed her on the lips.
Her round stomach made a gap between us.
I felt the small kick of our child on my abs and we chuckled, kissing clumsily.
My hands trailed down her waist to her stomach.
I forced myself not to squeeze her ass in front of our children and ignored the fake gagging over my shoulder.
I pulled away, pecking her once more, and licked her lips which tasted of strawberries, “Good morning, Bella.”
Her brown eyes twinkled and averted down my neck, successfully undressing me in her mind. “Good morning, Ethan.”
“Gross, Dad. Your kids are watching.”
Kiara chuckled, looking over my shoulder and patted my chest. I missed the warmth of her body pressing against me when she winked and got back to making the cake for the kids.
I ruffled our son’s hair, sitting down beside him at the island. “Elijah, you won’t say that when you have a girlfriend.” I thought for a moment and added, “Or a boyfriend for that matter.”
He scowled, hiding his flushed face in the sketchbook, “Dad, I am six and too young to talk about this with you.”
“Daddy, can I have a boyfriend?” Aethra asked, eating the frosting sneakily and pouting when Kiara gave her a stern look.
Even Elijah narrowed his mismatched eyes at her and we both said in unison, “No, you can’t.”
I added, “You know you can’t date boys until you are thirty. You promised Daddy, princess.”
She grumbled something about not waiting to get to thirty and rambled to her mother about how I was being unfair. I couldn’t care less if she liked it or not, I had made her promise me that as soon as she learned to speak ‘yes’. I was not letting some immature boy hurt my little angel’s heart.
I looked down at what my son was sketching. “What is it?” I asked, “May I see it?”
Biting his bottom lip, he slid his sketchbook toward me, his mismatched eyes flickering between my face and his drawing.
They both had heterochromia in opposite eyes.
One brown and the other green and blue. I remembered we both had cried tears of happiness seeing their eyes for the first time.
It was a long day with twenty-seven hours of labor, but it was all worth it when we held the crying twins in our arms for the first time.
“Mom was telling me a story about a boy who saved a girl from drowning. How is it?”
I smiled looking at the mini drawing of a big stick figure helping a tiny stick figure from drowning in water full of goldfish with sharp teeth. “It is creative, Elijah, but I am sure goldfishes don’t have sharp teeth,” I pointed out, giving it back to him.
His cheeks turned red, and he continued coloring the sky a dark grey color. “In my head they do.”
“Why are you embarrassing my son on his birthday?”
I turned around, guilty as charged, a grin splitting my face.
Her hair was in a braid, a few wisps of them framing her face when she narrowed her light brown eyes at me.
Standing up, I walked toward her, easily towering over her and held her hand, admiring the ring on her finger.
I kissed her cheek and admired the body which was growing another human inside her.
“Come on. Dad and Mom are doing the gross stuff. Again.” Elijah pulled down Aethra from the counter who was busy eating the batter of the cake, remnants of it caking her small face. “I will show you new flowers in the backyard.”
“I heard that!” I said as they held their hands, rushing outside and giggling.
“Don’t go on the road and keep the door open!” Kiara shouted worriedly, looking over her shoulder.
I frowned, “Let them close it. They are six years old now, Kiara. Elijah takes care of her better than us.”
“Yes, I know, E, but he has been acting weird ever since he came in our room to sleep with us—”
“When I was inside you?”
I remembered that night vividly. All we wanted was a quickie, so we had cared little about removing our night-time clothes.
When I was about to pull out after a mind-blowing orgasm, Elijah had walked inside the room, complaining about the volume of our TV, which was playing Tom and Jerry.
With a much awkward position, I had quickly pulled out when Kiara distracted Elijah with the cartoon.
“Yes, Ethan. I think he is too mature for his age.”
I smirked, trailing my hands down her soft arms, “Remind you of anyone?”
She chuckled, threading her fingers in my hair, and I almost purred. “Yes, babe, I remember. Everyone keeps pointing out that Elijah is following in your footsteps while—”
“Aethra is stubborn like you.”
“I am not stubborn.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I am not!”
I raised my eyebrow and hid my smile when she scoffed, “Whatever. You are distracting me, I have so much to do.” Uh oh, there she goes. She turned into full-on mama mode and walked out of my arms, “I have to bake the cake, the frosting, snacks for children, ohmygod.”
I laughed and wrapped my arms around her stomach. “Shhh,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her neck, “My mothers, Anya, Katherine, and everyone are on their way and they will be more than happy to help you. Don’t stress yourself too much right now.”
I stroked my hand on her stomach as our child kicked and we both grinned, feeling it. She hugged me, “I am sorry, Ethan. It’s just that it’s their sixth birthday and I want it to be perfect.”
I held her jaw and tipped her face toward me, crashing my lips over hers and kissed her soundly.
She moaned when I gently kept her on the island, my hand sliding over her bare legs until they reached between her thighs.
Her eyes widened and grabbed my shoulders when my fingers rubbed against her underwear.
I let out a small groan when I felt her wetness.
“Don’t apologize, Bella, I can punish you later for this,” I whispered, teasing her entrance with the fabric. When her rounded belly pressed against mine, the baby kicked his or her leg and I chuckled, looking down between us, “See? The baby loves that idea.”
Kiara gazed up at me, her chocolate brown eyes twinkling with mischief and lust, “So does her mama.” She pulled me close, swiftly removing my t-shirt, “Please, Ethan. I need your cock inside me right now.”
Hearing those sultry soft words from my wife and mother of our two children (third on the way) I wanted to be on my knees and worship every inch of her strong body. But I controlled myself.
“Greedy, are we?” I teased playfully, tugging the hem of her dress upwards and moving the underwear to the side to watch my fingers rub against her slick lips, eliciting a soft moan from her.
This was one of the best things I loved about pregnant Kiara. She would jump me or want me during any time of the day. Even though I had fucked her until she was exhausted, I would rub her back, and a minute later, she would beg me to fuck her on her knees.
Kiara purred, bucking her hips, “Yes, Ethan. Please, I need you.”
I groaned, “We can’t have sex when our kids are awake.”
Her face fell, and missing the dimple on her cheek, I leaned closer and kissed her cheek, jaw, and neck.
I licked the flush creeping up her neck.
Her exotic scent of coconut and black vanilla wafted up my nose, making me sigh at the thought of not being one with her.
Controlling my desire, I fixed her underwear and lightly kissed her stomach, covering her body with the dress.
“Don’t worry, Bella. We will have this entire house to ourselves tonight. And I want to take my time worshiping my wife’s body.”
She hummed, “Okay, Ethan. I will wait for you tonight.”
“You better.”
“I love you.”
Nuzzling my face in her neck, I kissed her soft skin, “I love you more, my sweet Bella.”