Extended Epilogue
TEN YEARS LATER
”Whitney, we”re going to be late. You know how Harland gets,” I shout at my wife while shuffling pieces of lasagna onto plates and setting them around the table. ”Wesley, Wyatt, and Winter, come eat.”
”I”m right here, Daddy,” Winter, our 6-year-old, announces behind me. She”s wearing her princess gown for the fourth night in a row. I help her into her seat and give her a kiss on the forehead. ”We”re washing the royal gowns tomorrow.”
”Okay.” She pouts with bold brown eyes and jet-black hair.
”It only takes an hour to do laundry. Don”t be such a baby,” Wyatt says as he walks into the kitchen.
”Hey.” I point a finger at him. ”Just because you”re two years older doesn”t make you any less of a baby, Wyatt. Be nice to your sister. You”re supposed to protect her, not make her feel bad about being herself.”
”Sorry, Winter.” Wyatt slides into a chair and scarfs down a bite of lasagna. He immediately regrets it as it”s piping hot. Still, he”s stubborn and shuffles the food around his mouth instead of waiting for it to cool off.
”That”s what you get.” Wesley laughs while pushing buttons on his portable game.
”Not in the kitchen, Wes.”
”But Dad, I”m on like level 34, and I”m about to beat it. I just need two minutes.”
”Two minutes and then dinner. When Nan gets here, I want dinner finished and dishes cleaned. Everyone bathes and gets ready for bed. Understood?”
”Yes, sir,” the three reply in unison.
I make my way upstairs to the bedroom, where Whitney”s standing in front of the mirror in nothing but her bra and panties. She keeps holding her stomach in and pushing it out. She turns to the side and repeats the movements.
”You can”t go to dinner in that,” I tell her.
”I don”t want to go at all. Look at me. I”m as big as a house.” She shakes her head and I pull her in close, reaching around to grab her ass.
”You feel all this ass? I love it. This little belly you got? I love it. These tits, love them too. I can still pick you up and fuck you until you come all over my cock. You”re not as big as you think. I love the weight on you, but if you want to change anything, I”m your cheerleader. I love you no matter what size you are. Okay?”
She pushes up onto her tiptoes, kissing me gently. What starts off gently morphs into a hungry and passionate embrace. Our tongues entwine, tasting one another, lulling me into a sense of euphoria. That”s when I feel it.
The cold metal handcuffs lock around my wrists.
”Fuck. Whitney,” I hiss in a whisper. ”We can”t do this right now. We have to go.”
”No. We can and will do this,” she says with a devious grin as she walks to our bedroom door, shutting it and locking it behind her.
”Alright, fine, make it quick.” I let out a playful sigh with a smirk that matches hers. ”You”re lucky I love you.”
She approaches me, slipping out of her bra, but doesn”t see me hit the quick-release button on the cuffs. I grab her by the wrists, pinning her against the wall and devouring her mouth the same way we used to in college.
”Tell me no again, Weston,” she whimpers.
”No, we have to go.” I kiss her gently and pull her off the wall, slapping her ass for good measure. ”I”ll meet you halfway, babe. You put on that dress I like, and I”ll let you fuck me in the bathroom at the restaurant.”
”Fine, I”ll get dressed.” Whitney shakes her head and goes to get ready.
Thankful is an understatement as gratitude washes over me. Walking through our home, our children eat dinner while bickering with each other. My mother is on her way to watch them for the night. We”re heading to dinner with Whit”s father. I”m a practicing corporate lawyer, and Whitney runs a non-profit physical therapy clinic for veterans.
Our happy ending is something special and one I swear to never take for granted. I couldn”t ask for anything more. The love we have now is more than enough to outshine the hate it came from. What a life!
~ THE END ~