12. Epilogue
Rutger
Epilogue — One Year Later
I’m a papa.
Me.
And I can read, thanks to my Tessy-doll and some DVD’s she brought home from the thrift store about teaching your baby to read.
At first, I was all butt-hurt about having to follow a baby teaching program, but as usual, my girl was right. It eased my brain into learning how to put together letters and words, and once it clicked, I’ll admit it felt good to be able to read her a bedtime story.
Even if it was from a children’s book.
With a book in my hand and my coffee cup steaming next to me on a tree stump, I lean back in the wooden chair I made, in my favorite spot under a big oak, and watch Tess rocking our little Francesca in her cradle on the porch of our now-expanded cabin, while she sings softly to our baby with the morning sun streaming through the trees.
I thought my cabin was enough in all my years, but once I got Tess here, I knew I needed to upgrade it to something worthy of a treasure like her. I spent the next six months fucking her and building onto the cabin.
I loved planning every room with her, designing our future. We got married under the stars two months after I got all the legal things settled with the help of my Tess and three lawyers.
That Don fucktard cropped up again a few weeks after the first beatdown, trying to keep his little shit storm rumbling with his big team of lawyers, and well, it’s strange, he’s been missing ever since. Weird.
The coyotes and wolves and vultures on the other side of the mountain were happy that week. That’s all I’m gonna say about that.
After getting Tess settled in our home that first week, I nearly fucked her right into a hospital stay. It took all my willpower to back off, but there are plenty of other ways to give my girl what she needs without battering her pussy with my thick dick every ten seconds.
God, I could eat her alive. Still.
I don’t think there’s been a day since we’ve been together I haven’t had my mouth between her legs and her ass cheeks. Her tits, God, don’t even get me started. Once her milk came in, well… I thought I was in heaven before, but now, I’m on her ten times a day and thank God, her body compensated for the extra demand by making her glorious tits milk producers that keep us both fed with more to spare.
I’m horny and thirsty right now watching her. My possessiveness has grown in proportion to my love for her, and I rarely let her out of my sight. Sometimes I let her think she’s going out on her own, to town, or maybe out with some of the ladies from the camp, but I’m always lurking, always following, and deep down I think she knows.
But she gives me my little secret, because she loves me just like I am.
What she doesn’t know is, what I feel for her is beyond love. I love her as much as our Francesca and in some ways, it’s the same. That inner Daddy part she awoke in the forest that first day has become my north star. Loving her is one thing, but being her Daddy means I take care of her like I would my child.
I make sure she knows how smart she is. How much I want her to reach for the stars and come home safe to me. I fuck her like an animal, but I soothe her like a father. She tells me everything and I memorize every word. I can tell in an instant if she’s happy, sad, worried, excited…and I pull it all out of her and make sure she knows she can never tell me too much.
Nothing will ever turn me away.
Watching her had my dick turning to concrete again. I have become quite the ass man as well, and thank fuck, my wife likes it just as much as I do. When I came back from changing the baby’s diaper this morning and rocking her back to sleep, Tess was head down ass up in our bed, looking at me with that smile that drives me crazy.
“Baby asleep?” she asked, rolling her lips together.
“Fuck. Yes, wife, you need something?” I asked, already dropping my pants, my dick popping out, ready to serve.
Her messy bun never seems to be tamed, but when her eyes sparkle and she calls my name, nothing is more perfect in this world.
“I need you,” she said as she reached around, pulling her ass cheeks apart, and it was on.
I popped my weeping swollen head through that tight ring of muscle, and she was calling me Daddy and coming and nearly strangling my cock, but it hurts so good.
I filled up her ass, then ate her out, then put her on her knees and fed her my thick meat until she gagged and nearly passed out from the effort. I seem to have no off switch when it comes to my wife, and my balls are super producers. I can off load ten times a day sometimes and still go to bed wanting more.
She’s wearing this wispy yellow and green sundress one of the camp artists made for her a couple weeks ago, and damn, with no bra and the sun shining through, I want to rip the thing off with my teeth.
I put the ax I’ve been holding across my knees against the tree and pat my lap.
“Come ride Daddy’s dick, baby. I need relief.”
She spins and heads my way in her bare feet with her toenails painted all different colors as usual. I created an entire room just for her nail polish bottles and have a keen liking for her jerking me off with her feet.
She doesn’t have to work ever again, but she still enjoys modeling at the camp. I allow that, but only with her covered and me watching. I’ll stand there rocking Francesca, or with her swaddled against my chest, dead eyeing all the artists that might think of my wife in any way other than just a prop.
Frida is sunning herself on the porch railing as Tess dances down the path my way. I don’t waste any time getting my aching hard-on released from my jeans, kicking off my boots before stripping my pants and dropping them into a pile. Then I take my seat back in the chair and pat my lap.
“Take that dress off and ride Daddy’s dick.”
She pinches the cloth at her hips, not missing a step, and tugs it over her head, throwing it into the wind as it drifts to the ground.
Her tits always remind me that there is a God. They hang down nearly to her belly now, twice the size they were, and man, I know sometimes they have to be uncomfortable, all that weight, but feeling them in my palms and the warm nipples in my mouth…I’m the luckiest guy in the world.
I’m still afraid of that damn cat though. And the new one that wandered onto the porch last winter, all skinny and crying. A little boy cat that seems to think I’m his personal scratching post.
I do my best to put on a brave face around those fuzzy nightmares, but the most they get from me is a two fingered tap on the head and a ‘shoo now. Go away’ when Tess isn’t listening.
The university has their ten-year lease, and they are growing the camp, but I put a limit on how much of the land they can use. I want this for my children’s future. They can have whatever land they want when it’s time.
Lindsay is Tess’s best friend and the only person I trust to babysit Francesca. The walls of the house are covered with drawings I’ve done. I even had a gallery show in the big city south of here, thanks to Tess and Linsday doing their shenanigans behind my back.
They even made me show up at the show opening.
I refused to wear the black tight jeans and white button up shirt they picked out for me though. But, I’ll do damn near anything for my wife, even go to the city to a fancy art gallery and let people stare at me.
But, turns out, my wife is right as usual about everything and my art is selling like wildfire across the country. I do more than just drawings of Tess and the baby now. I still have no idea what Plein Air means, but doesn’t seem to matter to the people who think my drawings are valuable.
I know more about taxes and money and investing than I ever thought possible as well. Tess and I have all these accounts with lots of zeros and percentages and honestly, she’s better at all that than I am, but I admit, seeing all our money working to make more money, I’m sure my grandparents are looking down at me now with big, proud smiles.
I want more babies.
More. More.
I’m knocking up my wife again as soon as possible. She’s the best mom, and watching her have Francesca right here in our home with a mid-wife and the doctor I insisted be there, had me sobbing like a baby. She did it. The pride in my chest when our daughter was born filled me with a joy that I roared into the forest.
After the baby was born, Tess got a little melancholy about her own mom, and with my tentative support, she looked her up. It had been a year since they’d spoken, and even then, the words weren’t kind. It broke my heart to see Tess finally find her, only to discover nothing much had changed. It was another city, another man. She called her mom, and even when she told her that she was married with a baby, her mom said she better lose some weight or she would lose her man, then where would she be with a baby and no job?
That was enough for me. I took the phone and let her know that Tess will always have her man, never need a job, and if she ever wanted to have any part in Tess or our baby’s life, she needed to do a lot of apologizing for being a terrible mother and make amends.
Then I hung up.
Family doesn’t mean you volunteer for misery, and I won’t let anyone hurt my wife or my family. And that includes both kittens. Anyone who wants to try will have to come through me first, and I haven’t met anyone yet that could take on that challenge.
Tess smiles and my heart pounds against my ribs. I reach out and grab her tits, the milk dripping between my fingers as I guide her to my lap and her nipple to my mouth.
“Feed me,” I grumble around a moan, the need balling up inside me like a knot.
“You feed me first.” She winks, falling to her knees, her hands already around the swollen shaft of my dick.
I reach out and tweak her nipples between my extra-large fingers as she leans in and kisses the already spurting head.
“Give Daddy what he needs,” I rumble through gritted teeth as her tongue wiggles in the slit, making my eyes roll back. “I love you, so fucking much.” I half sob as she struggles to get the baseball-sized head through her lips.
She garbles something that sounds like I love you too around the meat filling her mouth as I wind my fingers through her hair and guide her head like she’s my personal little blow up doll.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl. You know what to do.”
As the wet warmth of her mouth starts to work its magic, I look up at the sky through the trees, buck my hips upward and let heaven come to me.