Epilogue
Sadie
One month later
“How do you feel about lots of kids running around?” I asked my now husband. We ditched the condoms a couple of weeks ago, and I was secretly hoping I was already pregnant.
I doubted it could happen that fast, but with the number of times we’d had sex, I could be proven wrong.
“Define lots.” Arlo played with my hair as we lay in bed together after another one of our many romps. It was a lazy Saturday morning. Warrior was asleep in his bed next to ours after Arlo took him for an early walk. He was getting better with house training, which meant more freedom to roam. But he always ended up in here, with us. He was part of the family.
“Like maybe four…or five?”
Arlo chuckled and pulled me closer to his chest. I rested my head on his bicep and listened to the beat of his heart, the sound soothing to my soul. “If that’s what makes you happy, then I’m all for it. I didn’t come from a big family, and both my parents have passed on now, but I often wondered what it’d be like to have one.”
“Me too.” I traced the ridges of his chest and the edges of his tattoos with my finger. “I’m so sorry about your parents.”
“It’s okay. It was a long time ago. And one of the many reasons I joined the military. The idea of building a family with you, lots of mini versions of ourselves running around, well…honestly, I can’t think of anything better.”
“Really?” I lifted my head and took his face in my hands, his sexy scruff beard turning me on again.
Arlo stared deep into my soul, so deep it stole the breath right out of my lungs. “Yes. All I want is for you to be happy. If we have one kid and it turns out to be a lot more difficult than we think, then we don’t have to have more. But I will say this…I’ve heard pregnancy sex is amazing.” He grinned.
“Who did you hear that from?” I asked between fits of giggles.
“I’ve overheard some of the guys talking about it. How they can’t get enough of their woman when she’s all gorgeous and glowing while carrying their child, and how it feels more intense.”
“Wow, the guys said all that?”
Arlo laughed. “Yeah, why?”
“Usually, guys don’t give much detail.”
Arlo flipped us over without warning to hover above me, caging me in with his strong arms. I squealed when Arlo’s hands found my ass cheeks and began caressing them. “Good point. The men in this town seem to be of a different variety.”
“Oh yeah, like what?”
“Intense, passionate, and full of love for their women.”
“That damn Appleridge love bug, hmm? Better start warning a few of your single buddies. Lacey’s on a hiring spree, and she’s got a few more girls lined up for interviews.”
“I’ll put the word out. Now how about we go straight to the fun part and start trying for a baby?”
I laughed as I slid my arms around his neck, already feeling his growing cock on the inside of my thigh.
I took matters into my own hands and reached down, putting his dick exactly where I wanted—inside me. Considering we had sex a couple of times a day, I’d grown confident in my skills, skills I had no clue about a month ago. No longer the shy virgin when it came to sex, I took what I wanted, and Arlo loved every second of it.
He kissed me hard as his thrusts picked up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking them in place, with my heels digging into his ass. The classic missionary was one of our favorite positions, as being able to kiss each other while fucking was important to both of us.
Another flip without warning, and somehow, Arlo managed to stay inside me. I was now on top and riding him. I ground down on his hips, and his hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs dragging over my sensitive nipples.
Minutes later, we both came together and rode out our orgasms as long as we could.
Until finally, we collapsed into a sweaty heap of limbs, satisfied and exhausted but deliriously happy.
I imagined his seed working its way up to my egg and hoped my dream of becoming a mom would come true soon enough.
And two months later, when two pink lines appeared on the pregnancy test, my world felt complete.
THE END