Epilogue
Cooper
Lachlan stayed at my place for a week while we planned our future. As much as I loved my house, I wanted something bigger.
He readily agreed.
We wanted space for when people visited. Oh, and a dog. We really wanted a dog to play with Taffy.
With the help of a local realtor, Cadence, we bought a bigger house.
A month later, a truck arrived with all of Lachlan’s possessions.
Somehow, easily, we melded our lives.
And hosted Thanksgiving at our house in October.
Two sets of parents and two sets of siblings. That could’ve been all wrong, but instead it was so damn right.
“Okay.” Stephanie stood. “We have news.” She caressed Taryn’s face.
I held my breath.
And Lachlan’s hand under the table.
“I’m pregnant. With twins. We’re just past the twelve-week mark, and we wanted to share.”
Our sisters asked us if we’d mind if Lachlan donated sperm. So the baby, if there was one, would have some of each family.
“Seriously?” Lachlan leapt to his feet and rounded the table before I even had a moment to process. “But you only had one go.”
Taryn was out of her seat, thank goodness, as he nearly tackled her and hugged her hard.
Stephanie pouted. “The one who is going to grow very large would like a hug too.”
By that point, all our parents, as well as myself, were on our feet. I hustled over to hug Taryn while Lachlan gingerly hugged Stephanie.
The next few minutes were explanations to our parents who were completely in the dark.
Much later, as Lachlan and I lay in bed—thoroughly debauched—I asked the pressing question. “Are we going to have kids?”
He held me close. “If you want. I was thinking, once we’re married, of adoption or fostering. Plenty of kids out there looking for a good home.”
“You’ve looked into it.”
“I have.”
Our gazes met. “So you’re proposing.”
“I am.”
I laughed. “Not very romantic.”
“When we’re soaked in sweat and cum? No, probably not.”
“But it fits us.”
“Yeah, it does.”
I pressed up to give him a kiss. “Forever.”
“Yeah, that.”
And so we did.