Epilogue
Seven years later
“Happy anniversary!” Our children cheered around the dinner table. I grinned brightly as they clinked their glasses together. Three sets of eyes that looked exactly like their fathers… It made no sense how I could have three tiny replicas of a man. Where the hell were my genes when we were making these babies?
They all had sparkling grape juice in their cups while Marquise and I had red wine in ours. We were all dressed in shades of brown. Even though we were all at home, we still wanted to dress up for the occasion.
Quis was thirteen going on thirty. He’d transitioned from cute kid to smelly teenager in the blink of an eye. He’d started taking sports more seriously but opted out of basketball and focused more on baseball. He was still a science lover and went to science camp every summer. He was almost taller than me, and I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of looking up at my son. He was his father’s twin through and through.
In addition to Quis, Marquise and I had popped out two more kids in the last seven years. There was Janie who turned five a few months ago. She was spunky and creative. She loved to help me in the kitchen or come to the restaurant and cook with me. Her love for food had started in the womb. Whenever I ate a bowl of gumbo, Janie would do handstands in my belly. It was then we knew she would be the child to honor my grandmother.
The last of the bunch was Quita. She was the feistiest three-year-old in the world. She ran our home as if she was the boss—and she was. Her deep dimples, round face, and tiny stature had everyone eating out of the palm of her hands—especially Marquise’s ass. Quita was his princess, and he spoiled her rotten. She was his road dog since she was a month old. He would have her in the back seat of his car, taking her on all kinds of adventures.
Quis was the best big brother. He helped with the girls most of the time. Sometimes, he needed a break and would spend some time with Jenifer’s son, Jordan. Jordan was six years old, but Quis didn’t mind bonding with the hyperactive child since the rest of his aunties haven’t had any kids to add to the tribe.
“Thank you, babies. I love y’all so much.” I lifted my glass of wine and took a generous sip.
“Tonight, I whipped us up something good,” Marquise explained.
I grinned. My man spent a lot of time developing his cooking skills. He took classes and even went to culinary school after he got his GED. He told me he wanted to be better for his kids, and he’d done that shit like a boss.
In the last seven years, he’d given me his all in ways I’d never thought he could. He even got a business license to open a food truck to make my restaurant mobile. He said he wanted to be an extension of me in the best way. He’d opened three food trucks in the last three years which was a feat in itself. He and Quita kept those employees in line. My baby girl was a natural leader. Her little self could make the hulk fold under her gaze.
Marquise uncovered the plates and showed off blackened salmon over a bed of rice and a side of grilled bacon wrapped asparagus. The smell of the dish had my mouth watering. The kids were excited to dive in too. Janie said grace, and we all dug in.
“This is really good, Dad. I’m impressed.” Quis nodded as he shoved the rice into his mouth.
Marquise chuckled. “I ’preciate ya.”
“It’s yummy in my tummy,” Janie agreed. She rubbed her stomach as she bit into the asparagus.
“Fish spicy, Daddy.” Quita frowned at her fork.
“You don’t like it, stink?” he asked with a raised brow as he claimed the seat at the head of the table.
“No.” Quita whined.
“I’ll make her some chicken nuggets. She’ll be alright.” Quis stood up and grabbed his youngest sister’s hand. She happily skipped into the kitchen with her big brother.
Janie looked at them retreat into the kitchen and looked over at me with pleading eyes. “Can I have her piece of fish?”
“Are you sure you’re going to eat it all?” I asked.
“Yes, Mommy.” She poked out her bottom lip. Marquise was a sucker for their little pouty faces. He poked his fork into the barely eaten piece of salmon and plopped it onto Janie’s plate. My girl dug into the fish like she was starving. She had a high metabolism, which we were grateful for because all my baby did was eat.
Dinner went by quickly once Quita had her nuggets. We all ate and talked about different things. It was so surreal to be seated at the table with my three kids and husband. Sometimes, it felt like a dream.
I had the perfect life, a successful business, healthy kids, and a husband who looked at me like I was the brightest star in the galaxy. We had lows, but the highs always outweighed them. To think about where we’d started to now was almost unbelievable. God really did his big one in healing and growing us both to be the perfect spouses and parents.
* * *
After dinner, Chamille pulled up. She was dressed in her pajamas and brought flavored bags of popcorn for the movie night she had planned with the kids. Quis liked to act like he was too cool for the festivities, but he came down in his pajamas, ready to join the movie night.
It took several attempts to get out of the door, but the drive to the hotel was quick once we were in the car. Marquise reserved a presidential suite at an expensive hotel downtown. We would be there for the night, and it was nice to have a break from being parents to be lovers again.
I planned on utilizing all my vocal cords tonight.
The hotel was beautiful. It was decorated in shimmering lights and rose petals. There were scented candles lit around the room, so I know he had someone come in and do this before we arrived. We took showers together, washing each other sensually before we lay across the bed naked and tangled under the covers.
“I love you, husband,” I stated as I rubbed my fingers along the length of his chest. His tattooed skin made my mouth water. The way we loved each other was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. His love was raw, unconditional, and powerful. He made me want to be a better woman. He made me want to be a better mother.
“I love you, wife,” he replied. He dipped his head down to kiss my lips. Those beautiful, soft, juicy lips still made my heart flutter and my pussy throb.
“I’m grateful for every year we’ve spent together since your release. Six years of marriage is huge. I pray we’re able to grow old and be grandparents together.”
“I ain’t trying to be a pawpaw any time soon. We got at least another decade or two, I hope.”
I laughed. “You’re right.”
“I can’t even imagine my baby girls dating. I might have to load my Glock and keep that bitch on me. Let one of these snotty nose little boys try something with my girls. Watch me catch a case?—”
“Calm down, dude. How would you feel if somebody’s daddy was doing the same shit aimed at Quis?”
He frowned. “I would kill a nigga for even thinking about threatening our son.”
“Exactly. Be gentle with the girls and their potential boyfriends. My dad was against us dating back in the day, but he trusted me enough to know I would make good decisions.”
“Those good decisions resulted in me taking your virginity when we had no business fucking.”
I giggled. “It all worked out in the end.”
“It sure did. I prayed countless days to be the man you deserved. I’m so glad I did the work in addition to the prayers to make it happen.”
“Amen.”
I looked deep into his eyes and saw the story inside those brown orbs. Marquise had been dealt a terrible hand and still made something of himself. Not only had he gotten his education, but he also invested in himself and my business. He was no longer tied to illegal shit but had garnered millions of dollars in revenue over the years.
Our children had a role model worth looking up to. I had a husband I was proud to have on my arm. His past did not define him. His past was not the end of him. He may have had issues with his anger, but three kids had taught him a different type of patience.
God blessed us with three examples of our love. I would have had more, but I think three was a good number. We were getting on up in age, and any more kids would put my health at risk.
Our playful kisses morphed into something filled with heat and passion. My body called out to him. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me. I needed to feel him deep inside of me. I tugged him on top of me and locked my legs around him.
“I want to feel it in my soul.” I moaned against his lips.
“You ain’t got to tell me twice, baby.”
We knew each other’s bodies damn near better than we knew our own. We moved in perfect harmony as our centers became one. His tip inched into my entrance. My warmth greeted him with a wet hug as he filled me completely. I gasped as he removed himself and plunged back into me. The slow, powerful strokes were always my favorite. I loved the sight of him, lip tucked between his teeth, as he made love to me. No matter the type of sex we had, it was done with love.
“You feel so good on this dick, beautiful. Even after all these years, you’re the only woman I ever want to make love to.”
“I better be.” I placed my hands flat on his back as I held him close.
Some women needed a variety of dick before they settled down with a man. For over twenty years, the only man I’d ever granted access to me was Marquise. I didn’t need to try anyone else. No one spoke about the increased sexual hunger that came with being in your thirties. Marquise kept me satiated even when my hormones raged.
“I’m close!” I cried out as my body shook from the intensity of the orgasm building in my core.
“Rain down on me. Let me feel your juices pour all over this dick.”
The more his nasty ass talked me through it, the harder it became to hold my release. He placed his thumb on my throbbing bead. He rubbed firmly as he continued to thrust into me. My back arched off the bed like I was being exorcized. The dam burst and my creamy release coated him. He didn’t stop until his cum mixed with mine. He played in the sticky mixture which made me laugh.
“Can you get out of there?” I asked as I covered my face.
“Of all the recipes in your cookbook, this special roux on my dick my favorite.”
I gawked. “Marquise? That’s so nasty.”
“Put it in my mouth. Let me slurp all that special shit out your pussy.”
“You’re so disgusting.” I whined.
“You gon’ do it though, right?”
“Duh.”
We switched positions, and I set my dripping pussy right on his mouth.
THE END
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