Epilogue
Oscar - Three Years Later
As Nadia reaches the end of the runway, the audience claps enthusiastically.
I give her a smile of encouragement. She’s trained to keep a straight face, but her lips quirk upward slightly.
I know she used to suffer with anxiety. She always doubted her place in the industry. Not now. Her confidence is evidence. As it should be. She is one of the top models in the world.
And she is a top model.
After our story made headlines, she received many calls and emails from various agencies in New York looking to sign her. It cemented her decision to stay in New York.
After considering the offers, Nadia went with the agency that offered the contract with less sign-up years. She believed that the contract would give her more freedom to pursue other interests and opportunities. We were also concerned about a long-term commitment since we were trying for children the moment we got married.
And now her agency is desperate for her to re-sign with them. I think she will, she’s happy with the work they book for her. Like today. We are in Miami for fashion week.
I hired a private plane and brought her grandpa, sister Lucia, her parents, and... mine. Though, that’s a little awkward considering that since their divorce they’ve hardly spoken, and even now, my father is sitting next to Lucia. Ensuring he is as far away from my mother as possible.
Honestly, I’m not complaining. I’m surprised he came at all.
Nadia turns to walk back down the runway with fearless strides, and when she reaches backstage, I turn to our families and smile.
I love seeing the faces of everyone I brought, especially her beloved grandpa, as they fill with pride.
I lift my wrist and check my watch.
She’ll be on again in around four minutes with everyone who is walking for maternity wear designer, Hetty Andre, the wife of Miami quarterback, Pierre Andre.
Oh yes, my wife is four months pregnant.
Minutes later, she walks the runway again. The dress clings to her growing bump, and I love the smile that graces her face as she looks at me and then at our son.
I’m so proud of her my heart will burst.
She stops at the end of the runway. Her hands stretches out.
I carefully pick up Cody from my knee and place his tiny feet firmly on the floor. “Do you want to walk on the stage with Mommy?”
“Mommy,” he repeats.
Cody is just over two years old. The planned perfection of our honeymoon. And soon Cody will be a big brother when his baby sister comes into the world.
I can’t wait.
Life is just so fucking perfect.
I lift him and place him on the stage and Nadia lowers and kisses his cheek before she takes his hand as the audience gives a roaring applause.
Cody grins, basking in the attention he receives from the audience. It’s the same as every time he goes to my hockey games, he’s showered with attention from the fans and now he’s a little poser, just like his mom.
Nadia’s sister, Lucia, leans across my dad and taps my knee. “He’s so cute. You and Nadia have made a gorgeous baby. I love him so much. I can’t wait to meet my niece.”
“You just need to find someone who looks like me, and then you can have cute babies,” I joke, because Lucia is just as gorgeous as her sister. Not as tall and her body is softer, but she is super smart, nearing the end of her training to be a lawyer, so I doubt babies are on her mind.
“Nah. You’re too put together. I want someone unpolished,” she says. “Rougher around the edges.”
Dad clears his throat as Lucia realizes her tits are resting on his thighs.
“Sorry.” Her face reddens. She quickly rises and stares ahead.
Dad smiles. “Don’t be.”
Lucia blushes again. Her eyes go to Cody as he walks back down the runway with Nadia and the other models in Hetty Andre’s show.
The audience claps and I stand on my feet, joining them, but my eyes are only on my wife and son.
When the show ends, Nadia and the other models take their closing walk down the runway, as Cody waves excitedly at the crowd, basking in the attention. The audience gives a thunderous ovation.
“I won’t be long,” I tell the others, and I make my way backstage to congratulate Nadia.
The moment I get there, she envelops me in a hug, still glowing from the experience. “You were amazing out there,” I whisper in her ear.
Cody runs over and hugs Nadia’s legs. “Mommy pretty!”
Nadia scoops him up and kisses his cheek. “Thank you, baby.” She looks at me with so much love, my heart misses a beat. “Should we get everyone and go for dinner? I’m starving.”
“Absolutely,” I reply. My stomach rumbles at the thought of food.
Our family climbs into two separate cabs before we head to an upscale restaurant nearby.
Dad organized it.
At the restaurant, I notice my father and Lucia exchange lingering glances. I’m not imagining it, nor the uncomfortable feeling that settles in the pit of my stomach.
I glance at my mother, who is texting someone on her phone, totally oblivious to what is happening in front of her.
“You owned the runway,” Lucia says to her sister.
“I owned it,” Cody says, stabbing his pasta with a fork and lifting his wobbly hand to his mouth.
“Okay, you’re right. You owned it, Cody.” Lucia grins. “Are you going to be a model like Mommy or a hockey player like Daddy?”
“Booff,” he mumbles without hesitation, but with his mouth full of pasta.
“Oh both. Clever boy,” Dad says. “You can do whatever you want. You could even be a lawyer like your aunt Lucia.”
“I will,” he replies with a nod of his head. “I want to catch baddies.”
“The police catch the baddies,” Lucia says. “Lawyers—”
“Lawyers have lots of money,” Cody says.
“Who told you that? Mommy?” Lucia laughs. “I don’t have any money. In fact, I have more debt than money. It’s expensive training to be a lawyer.” She turns to my dad and I hear her whisper, “Maybe I could come to your club and sell myself to pay off my debt. What could I earn?”
Dad owns several sex clubs, the closest one is in the Hunter Valley, where he lives. Mom thought it was too close to home for comfort, and why they argued like it was a national sport.
She hated her friends knew about her husband’s venture. As well as secret rooms where only the individuals inside know what goes on. Club X also hosts auctions. I attended one when my teammate Oliver Peckham met his future wife.
Dad’s eyes lock on hers, and he gives a low growl.
Nobody notices but me.
Nadia wipes the tomato sauce from Cody’s cheeks. Then presses her lips against his temple, as I try to listen to what Dad replies to Lucia.
I don’t hear, but I know when her face reddens again that he told her something she found embarrassing.
As the meal winds down, I catch my father’s hand glancing over Lucia’s thigh under the table. My heart sinks.
No, this can’t be happening.
“Please be good for your aunt,” Nadia tells Cody a few minutes later.
Lucia is standing by the toddler chair is in, waiting to take him to her room.
“Yeah.” Cody lets out a massive yawn.
Lucia holds her hands out to Cody. “You’re coming with me, buddy.”
She wanted Nadia and me to have some time alone while we were here. She also wanted a free ride to Florida to get some sun.
I’m still grateful. Nadia and I have been so busy with work, we’ve not had time alone in months.
Cody climbs into her arms and rests his weary head on her shoulder. “Watch a movie, Lucy?” He struggles to pronounce her name.
“You’ll be asleep before you get to the hotel.” I stand and give Cody a kiss on his head. “Love you.”
Lucia smiles. “He’s always good for me. I have a way with kids. They love me.”
I turn to Lucia. “Will you be okay with carrying him? He’s getting heavy.”
Dad pushes out his chair, the scrape over the tiles loud, and rushes to take Cody from Lucia’s arms. “I carry him to the hotel. You can take over from there.”
“Did you think it was strange how my dad acted around your sister?” I ask Nadia as I flick through the photos on my cell from tonight as I try to see if what I saw was my imagination, or real.
“No. He’s just being nice to her.”
She crawls up the bed to me. Her hand reaches out, and she grabs my solid cock, letting me know the conversation ends now.
I groan as she runs her tongue around the crown before she slides my cock deep into her mouth, touching the back of her throat.
“Fuck.” I throw my phone on the bed.
Thoughts of my father are forgotten as she glides her warm mouth up and down my hard length.
“Keep doing that, baby.”
She does. Over and over. And I groan as she takes me almost to climax.
But I have to feel her. “I want to come inside you.”
Her half-lidded, lust-filled gaze lifts to mine, and I grasp her face between my hands, holding onto her, pulling her off my cock with a pop.
“Kiss me,” I growl.
My focus shifts entirely to my wife, leaving me disinterested in everything else. Because right now and forever, she is all I need.
The End.