Epilogue
Emily - Three Years Later
G urgling and little legs kicking from the bassinet signals that my little girl is awake.
“James Rose, what are you doing awake?” I coo as I bend over carefully to pick her up. I settle into the glider that’s in our bedroom and feed my baby girl.
When we found out I was pregnant with a girl, I asked Adam if he ever thought of girl names. His response was that he never thought he’d have a daughter and that I should be the one to name her. So I chose James. Named after one of the most impactful people to ever come into my life. Adam looked at me and said James Rose and that was that. Our little girl had her name.
Some would say Adam and I moved fast. But I think we moved at just the right pace. Soon after we got engaged we went right into wedding planning. But after a month of putting off the actual planning, we decided on an intimate backyard wedding. And in the early winter afternoon, Adam and I exchanged vows in front of our family and closest friends.
How did Dylan take us getting married? He was overjoyed and immediately moved into calling me mom. Of course, I cried when he first called me that. And when Adam asked if I wanted to adopt Dylan as my own, I cried for a week straight.
My heart is full of love with my three heartbeats. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Adam - Two Years Later
I am one lucky son of a gun. I have an incredible wife, who only gets more breathtaking as the years go by. A lively son, who is, God help me, about to go into high school. Dylan still loves his Marvel and Transformers marathons with Emily. I have a vivacious little girl who has me wrapped around her little finger. James is about as mobile as one can get at two years old. She inherited her mother’s delicate nose, but the eyes are all Montgomery much to my wife’s dismay. Emily claims our eyes are her weakness so we make sure to use them on her as much as possible.
Me: Dylan is spending the night at Jackson’s house.
Me: And your parents took James for the weekend.
Emily: Are you saying what I think you’re saying?
Me: First solo date night in three years. Get home soon, baby.
Emily: Leaving the grocery store now.
My wife gets home fifteen minutes later to a glass of wine with a heavy pour and steaks cooking on the grill.
“Are you recreating our date from all those years ago?” Emily asks as she wraps her arm around my waist.
“If I say I am, are you going to tease me?”
“Not in the slightest,” she tells me and goes to sit at the table.
The food finishes just minutes later and we eat in comfortable silence. It's a welcome silence without the kids rushing us to finish our food.
Emily pushes her almost empty plate away and sips down more wine. Something is niggling at the back of her mind. I can tell.
“What’s on your mind, baby?”
“I want another baby,” she blurts out.
That is not what I thought she was going to say. I mean, I'm in my mid-forties, so it’s not impossible. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” she starts. “Just one more. If it happens, it happens. I know I’ve said our family is complete, but lately, I’ve felt like we’re missing a piece.”
I nod my head subtly. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes, baby. I’ve felt the same but didn’t want to push you on the topic.”
“You mean we could’ve been already trying for another baby?” She asks incredulously. Emily scoots back from the table and walks over to my side. Her hands weave through my shoulder-length hair and she tugs, angling my head back. “You are something else, Mr. Montgomery.”
Shivers work through my body when she calls me that. My hand drifts up between her legs and under her dress. “This the game you wanna play?”
Her mouth parts when my fingers ghost over her pussy and the warmth from her heat has me biting down on my back teeth. “Is the game where you get me pregnant?”
“No games, baby.”
Our lips hover in front of the others. I swallow down her pants as I continue teasing her. Emily lets out a groan of frustration and I hold back a smirk. She grabs my hand and pulls me inside with her. I willingly let her drag me upstairs. As soon as we’re in our room she closes the door and slams me up against it, fusing her mouth to mine.
“No games, my ass,” she starts as she lifts my shirt up my torso and tosses it behind her. “You, Adam Joseph Montgomery, are a liar. Now, our kids are gone for the weekend and I haven’t had an uninterrupted night of sex with my husband in a very long time.”
Emily backs away and unzips her dress, letting the fabric pool around her feet and leaving her in nothing but a dark blue lace set. I step towards her but she stops me with a finger.
“Pants off,” she orders.
I do her bidding because I’m desperate to be inside my wife. At the same time, she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. Letting the straps loosen off her shoulders before she’s bare to me.
I take a step towards her and don’t stop until I’m right in front of her. Her pointed nipples graze my chest with every deep inhale. My hand sinks into her hair and I tip her head back, forcing her to meet my gaze. “On the bed and spread your legs.”
She does as I say and crawls on the bed. Laying back she spreads her legs in invitation. I round the bed so I’m standing in the middle with an unobstructed view and crawl up after her.
My hands trail up her legs and grip the waistband of her panties, drawing them down her legs and tossing them to the floor. I settle between her and grab her legs, holding them up and apart. My painfully hard cock bobs against my stomach and I see her pussy glistening with her arousal.
“Don’t tease me, baby,” Emily heaves out.
“Me?” I question as I line up at her entrance and slide into her pussy with a groan. “Never.”
Emily reaches for me and I slide even deeper inside of her. I slow my pace as I make love to my wife. She’s been my other half for almost a decade. We’ve made this home I built with Dylan impenetrable. We’ve filled this home with more life and love than I ever thought possible.
Later that night, with Emily asleep on my chest and the night sky the backdrop to our world, I look down at the woman who waltzed into my bar completely heartbroken. And I look at her now, as my wife and mother to our beautiful kids.
“Make it without you?” I scoff quietly and pull Emily closer. She tightens her hold on me and I press a kiss to her head. “Baby, my world begins and ends with you.”