Epilogue
EPILOGUE
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A s I stare down at the two lines on the white plastic stick, I can’t help the smug smile that spreads across my face. Turns out, the puke Etta expelled all over the sidewalk wasn’t just adrenaline-induced, it was from the baby I fucked into her perfect fucking womb.
“I’m not peeing in any more cups,” Etta scolds me softly, her voice still small and sweet, despite the scowl on her face as she absentmindedly reaches down and places her hand on her flat stomach.
I don’t think she realizes just how often she does that. But whenever her hand covers the place on her belly where our tiny little miracle grows, a sexy little smile tips the corners of her lips.
The doctor I insisted she see when she couldn’t stop throwing up unless she had her nose buried against my skin says that it’s impossible to date our baby’s conception accurately enough to say exactly when I bred my beautiful wife, but I think I know. I think it was the day she told me she loved me. I think it’s when she fully admitted she was mine.
It hasn’t all been smooth sailing since the day she lost her temper and shouted at our parents. Despite telling them that they weren’t welcome in our lives until they apologized for their awful behavior, my dad has continued to try to speak to me once a week, and her mom has inundated Etta’s cell with calls and texts.
Right now, we’ve decided to go no contact with them. I’ve never wanted them in my life, and Etta isn’t prepared to pretend we’re not married and not in love to appease them. The Barnetts have invited us to spend the holidays with them, and I think Etta is excited to experience a crazy Barnett Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I’m still not sure I believe that the Barnett family legacy had anything to do with Etta and I finding each other again, but at the end of the day, who cares what led us back to each other again? All that matters is that it did.
Before she arrived in my town and invaded my life, I was content to be content. Life was good, and I was happy.
Now my world is alight with life, and she set my world on fire. I’m the flame, and she’s the oxygen, because one can’t thrive without the other. I’m in love with my stepsister, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The end…
Or at least the end for now, because fate is sending more true love to Rockhead Point. Who do you think the legacy will be targeting next?