Epilogue
Shane
A Little over a Year Later
“Well, this might just be the perfect way to wake up,” Kinsley rasps, still half asleep.
I glance up at my wife with her sleepy eyes, messy hair, and makeup-free face and think, not for the first time, how lucky I am that she not only fell in love with me, but also agreed to spend her life with me.
I go back to licking her clit, knowing the perfect spot to focus on that will send her over the edge, and sure enough, less than thirty seconds later, she’s moaning my name as she comes all over my fingers and tongue.
I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath before I’m pulling my cock out and entering her in one solid movement.
“Shane,” she gasps as I fill her. “Condom.”
“Don’t want to,” I grunt, caging her in and kissing her the way I’m fucking her—hard and deep.
“Oh God, Shane, I’m close,” Kinsley groans.
“Tell me I can come in you,” I say, continuing to fuck her raw.
Sure, I might sound like a damn caveman, but in my defense, I’m addicted to my wife, and it doesn’t matter how much time I spend with her, how many times I make love to her. I can’t get enough. If it wasn’t for the eight-month-old and eighteen-year-old in the rooms upstairs, I’d probably live inside her. And I have every intention of getting her pregnant a couple of more times if she’ll allow it.
Her eyes pop open, and she stares at me for several seconds, knowing what that means. Without protection, there’s a chance she can get pregnant. We’ve been using condoms since our son was born, but we’ve talked about starting to try again. And right now, I’m straight-up telling her I want to start. If she tells me to pull out, I will. My wife calls the shots, but I’m really hoping she’s going to give me the green light.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Come in me, Shane.”
My mouth connects with hers, and Kinsley lets go, her pussy tightening around my shaft like a vise and pulling every drop of cum out of me, no doubt coating her inner walls. The thought of getting her pregnant has my cock staying semi-hard.
“I can’t believe you,” she says once she’s come down from her orgasm high. “Is this because of what today is?”
“No,” I scoff, but she glares, knowing I’m full of shit. “You said okay,” I point out.
“Only because my logic was replaced by my need to come!” She playfully smacks my chest. “Admit it. Your baby girl is leaving for college, and you’re freaking out, so you’re trying to fill the damn house with more babies.”
Because I can’t argue her logic, I simply shrug, and she cracks up laughing.
“Hey,” she says, pulling my face down to hers. “You want to have another baby? You already know I’m fine with that. But you can’t replace Taylor, and she’s not leaving us for good. She’s going to college a few hours away. She’ll visit. We’ll visit. It will be fine.”
“I know,” I say, nuzzling my face into her neck so I can inhale her scent for a few seconds.
There’s just something calming about my wife. Her smell, her touch, the way she’s so damn sour on the outside but sweet on the inside. I can’t get enough.
After I’ve gotten my fill of her, I look up at her, knowing she’ll get it because she’s not just my wife and mother of my child—she’s my best friend.
“I woke up this morning, and it hit me that she’s about to be gone, and I love our chaotic house. It’s full of love and laughter, and, fuck, Kins, Colton is almost one already. Soon enough, he’ll be going to kindergarten, and then he’ll be off to college, and it’ll just be me and you and—oh fuck! Becky’s already ten years old. Who knows how long she’s got left?”
Kinsley snorts out a laugh, and I glare, which only makes her laugh harder.
“Colton’s only eight months old, Shane. And he has many years until he starts school and even more until he goes off to college. And true, Becky is getting older, but you can’t think like that. If you want to start trying for another baby, I’m okay with that.” She pulls my face down to hers, and her lips caress my own as her warmth rubs against my once-again-hard length. “And since this chaotic house is still quiet, I think we have time to try again.”
And that right there is one of the many reasons why I love my wife.
We’re always on the same damn page.
* * *
“This is why I said I should get an apartment instead of a dorm,” Taylor whines as she and Kinsley attempt to sort through her books, trying to decide which ones she’s taking with her and leaving here. “There’s not enough room in that tiny place for all the things I need.”
“A book is hardly a necessity,” I point out, earning a glare from Kinsley and Taylor.
“We’ll get you a bookshelf,” Kinsley suggests. “And you can swap them out when we visit or you come home. Living in a dorm is like a rite of passage. Everyone should do it once.”
Taylor nods and sighs, and once again, I’m so thankful for Kinsley. Jamie was supposed to be here to help Taylor move, but she texted that she’s stuck somewhere and won’t make it. It didn’t shock any of us since Taylor’s only seen her once this past year.
“Tay Tay!” Colton yells, crawling toward Taylor.
He lifts his arms, and she places him into her lap, giving him a hug.
“I’m going to miss you, little man,” she chokes out. “I’m going to miss everything,” she says, looking from Kinsley to me. “His first real words, his first steps. Maybe I should stay home. I can take classes online …”
“Not happening,” Kinsley says. “We’ll take pictures and videos and FaceTime anytime you want. You’ve wanted this for too long and too badly to not go.”
“Plus, we’re gonna need your bedroom for the next baby,” I joke.
“What?” Taylor screeches, her head whipping around to look at Kinsley. “You’re pregnant?”
“Oh my God, no!” Kinsley glares at me. “I’m not. And we’re not touching your room.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind sharing if she’s a girl,” Taylor offers, which makes Kinsley start to cry.
I swear it’s been like this for the past couple of months since Taylor graduated. They’re fine until someone says something regarding Taylor leaving, which triggers them, and then they turn into a crying mess.
“I was just kidding,” I tell Taylor, taking Colton from her so she can finish packing up the last of her books and we can get going.
After loading the truck up with her stuff and her saying goodbye to my parents—who are back to traveling but came in to wish their granddaughter well on her college journey—and stopping by Kinsley’s parents’ place because Taylor has grown close with Quinn, we’re on our way to NYU.
The drive is long, thanks to the traffic, and we have to pull over once so Kinsley can breastfeed Colton, but once we arrive, moving Taylor in doesn’t take long. And before I know it, we’re standing on the sidewalk, saying goodbye.
And as I look at my daughter, who somehow went from a tiny little newborn to an eighteen-year-old college student in the blink of an eye, I wish I could turn back time.
“So, this is it,” Taylor says, looking at me.
“You’re going to be amazing,” I choke out.
The emotion in my voice sets her off, and the next thing I know, we’re both crying.
“If you need anything, Tay, I’m here, always.”
“I know, Dad,” she murmurs. “Thank you for everything. For being the best dad ever. For raising me to be strong and independent. I love you.”
“I love you,” I tell her before I take a step back.
Kinsley hugs her for what feels like the millionth time, and then we stand there and watch as Taylor walks into her dorm building.
“This is really hard,” I say to Kinsley as we continue to stare at the building despite Taylor having already gone inside.
“Yeah, it is,” she agrees. “But I look at it like this: To get that happily ever after, you have to keep reading the book. So, while this chapter is hard, it means we get to look forward to the next chapter. And I have no doubt that Taylor is going to rock the next chapter in her life.”
I slide my arm around my wife. “And what about our next chapter?” I ask, leaning over and giving her a kiss. “What does it look like?”
“I don’t know,” she murmurs against my lips. “I guess we’ll have to keep living to find out.”
I hope you enjoyed Kinsley and Shane’s story!