Epilogue
ISA
Two Years Later
I woke up with a start, running my hand over Elio’s side of the bed and finding it empty.
It was still warm, so wherever he went off to, I was sure it hadn’t been that long ago.
Quietly, I climbed out of bed and walked down the hallway, my feet padding softly across the hardwood floor.
The light was on in the room next to ours, and I peeked inside to see Elio right where I guessed he would be.
He was shirtless, sitting in the rocking chair, holding our daughter against his chest, and singing softly to her.
I smiled as I took in the scene.
Our baby was only three months old.
We were tired and sleep-deprived, but happy.
So happy.
Elio was everything my father wasn’t.
He was patient and kind to our daughter. And she absolutely had him wrapped around her little fingers.
Elio's voice slowly drifted off when the song ended, before he looked up at me. My smile widened, and he patted his lap.
I made my way over and climbed on, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking down at this perfect little angel we had created together.
“You didn’t have to get up. It’s not time for a feeding yet. She was just getting a little fussy.”
“You’re up,” I said.
“Yes,” he said. “But I function on less sleep than you do.” He frowned as he took in my face. “I don’t like the bags under your eyes.”
I shrugged. “It’s a requirement after having a child.”
He let out a small sigh. “Still.”
I looked back at our daughter, who took after her father, and was looking more and more like him with each passing day, before turning back to my husband.
“Thank you.”
“For what, baby?”
“For being you. For giving me everything I have ever dreamed about.”
“You don’t ask for much,” he said softly.
“This is all I want. For our family to be happy and safe. For you to stay by my side until we’re old and gray. And just… just for this.”
He leaned up and kissed me. “And that’s all I want, too.”
Lilah made a small sound, and we both turned to look at her. She was staring up at us with this fascinated look on her face that always made my heart expand with love. I never thought I could love anyone more than Elio. But I was happy to be proven wrong.
“We’re going to be fine,” I said.
He nodded in agreement, even though we knew how unpredictable life was—even more so with who Elio was and what he did. But in this moment, with my little family, I truly believed we were going to be fine.
Elio
Seven Years Later
Isa let out a small moan as her fingers clutched my hair, pulling on it.
I smiled against her soft, wet skin before moving my mouth back to her sweet little pussy once more, taking in the taste of her.
Fuck.
Even after all these years, I was still wholly addicted to the taste of her.
“Elio, please,” she begged sweetly.
How fucking adorable.
Her legs started to shake, indicating she was close, and I pulled away. She let out a frustrated groan and tapped her hands against the counter I had her sitting on.
I looked up at her, taking in her naked body, before grabbing her tit and playing with it. Her head fell back and hit the mirror.
She closed her eyes as I played with her sensitive nipple, moving my mouth back to her pussy, lapping my tongue over her swollen clit.
“Oh God,” she gritted out.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I said.
She did as I asked, spreading her legs wide and letting me see that sweet little cunt of hers. My mouth watered at the sight, and I used the flat of my tongue to lick up all her juices.
Her back bowed, and her legs twitched.
“Don’t you fucking dare move away again,” she threatened, making me smile.
How feisty.
I fucking loved it.
I didn’t move away.
I doubled my efforts, sucking her drenched lips in between my lips before using my teeth on her.
Tremors racked her body as her orgasm hit her, bringing with it more of her sweet arousal to my tongue.
Fucking yes.
I took more of her in my mouth before straightening and pulling her off the counter. I turned her, then pushed her down until she was bent over it, facing the mirror as I pushed my boxer briefs down my legs and fisted my cock. I squeezed the tip before directing it to her entrance.
“Look in the mirror,” I commanded. “I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to see just how crazy you drive me. I want you to see what I see. How fucking sexy you are.”
“Elio,” she screamed out as I shoved inside her. She clenched down around me, and I gritted my teeth, trying to keep from coming too soon.
And I fucked her.
I fucked her hard and fast, and like the good girl she was, she did as I asked and looked at the mirror.
I pressed one finger on her cute little asshole, playing with it as I did, and her back arched. “Oh God.”
My girl always did love it when I played with her asshole.
Our eyes met in the mirror, and I grinned, winking at her.
I reached my hands around, one going for her tit, pinching her nipple roughly until I knew it fucking hurt, and the other to her clit as I rubbed harshly over and over the bundle of nerves.
“Elio!” She tried to buck me away with her hips, but I kept up the rhythm.
Her head fell back when it got to be too much, her lips going to her arm as she tried to muffle her scream when she came.
Her orgasm triggered my own, and I soon followed behind her, shooting my cum inside. I pulled out once I was done and looked down to see my cum dripping out of her. She jolted on the counter when I rubbed my hand over her entrance, pushing more of my cum inside, but didn’t say anything.
She was probably too tired.
She stayed like that and let me do what I wanted with her.
How fucking sexy.
And if history were anything to go by, our kids would be waking up soon.
Sure enough, I heard a sound coming from outside our bedroom.
Isa shot me a look, grinning a little. I rolled my eyes and slapped her ass cheek.
She glared at me and rubbed the sore flesh. Poor baby.
“Go shower,” I said to her. “I’ll take care of the kids.”
I moved over to the sink and grabbed a clean cloth, quickly cleaning myself up before heading out the door. I turned back to look at her. She was still in the same position, and my cock twitched. Fuck me.
As much as I loved my kids—and I did love them, more than my own fucking life—I really missed the days when it was just the two of us, and I could just fuck my wife whenever I wanted.
She laughed when she caught the look on my face. “Go.”
I let out a small sigh and headed over to the walk-in closet to throw on some clothes before walking out of the room.
And I was instantly surrounded.
By three little monsters— princesses.
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”
I looked at each of them, and they all seemed to talk at once.
I didn’t know what the fuck any of them was saying. I held up my hand, and they quieted.
“Are you hungry?” I asked them. It was early morning, and they were still in their pajamas, their hair messy and tangled. We were going to have a time of it trying to detangle their bedheads.
Especially Lilah’s, our eldest. She insisted on keeping it long.
Both Aurora and Isabella, my middle and youngest, made an “up” motion with their arms, and I picked them up. We headed downstairs to the kitchen, with Lilah leading the way.
They talked the entire time. I was only half listening, considering I had heard their stories last night.
It wasn’t like they had so much going on in their lives right now that they needed to talk constantly.
I winced when Isabella’s voice got high-pitched.
What the hell were they talking about?
I placed them down on their seats. “Be good and Daddy will make you some pancakes,” I said.
They all cheered.
They were all about pancakes now. And if we allowed it, they would have pancakes for all three of their meals.
I smiled a little at their excitement, wanting to hold onto this moment a little longer. It wouldn’t be long before they would grow up and no longer get excited over the little things.
So I made them breakfast.
And I enjoyed every moment of it.
Isa joined us just as I flipped the last pancake, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist. I turned and looked down at her face, wondering how it was possible for me to love her more with each day that passed.
She tightened her arms around me a fraction.
I leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back as our girls ignored us. Daddy kissing Mommy was nothing new.
They were used to it by now.
I pulled away when I smelled something burning and quickly turned around to take the pancake out.
She looked at it and grinned mischievously at me.
Nothing needed to be said between us.
It was a perfect morning, and I couldn’t ask for more.
We quickly prepared the girls’ plates, then our own, and carried them over to the table. They clapped when we placed them down in front of them, while Isa and I each took a seat between them. I looked down at my plate, the burnt pancake sitting on top, before smothering it with syrup.
And we enjoyed our own little happily ever after.
And that was all.
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