Epilogue
WARREN
The keys to our brand new three-bedroom house sit like a damn brick in my jeans pocket.
Harper hasn’t the first clue what is going on.
She thinks we’re going for ice cream at the sugar shack.
Hopefully, she doesn’t go into labor because of this surprise.
It took a shit-ton of work and a lot of time to get everything together, but I know without a doubt that it will be worth it.
“You look lost in thought, are you okay?” Harper questions from the passenger seat, a smile that warms every inch of my body on her pretty pink lips.
“Of course, I’m okay. I have you and our little girl. There’s nothing else in the world I could want.”
That makes Harper smile even more, and I can’t imagine what her face is going to look like when she sees the house.
I drive right past the sugar shack and down the ways a little more before turning right and into the subdivision.
“Where are we going? This doesn’t look like an ice cream place?
” Harper pouts, and I chuckle as I drive a little further.
Our perfect two-story house comes into view, and I continue driving until I reach the driveway.
I pull in and park the car. I don’t say anything else to Harper but can feel her staring boulders into my face.
Inside, I’m bubbling over with excitement.
It’s been a long seven months together, and I’ve busted my ass to ensure that she can trust me.
As I get out of the car and walk around to the passenger side to help her out, she wrinkles her nose at me.
“Warren, you better start talking. Whose house is this?” Again, I say nothing and grab her hand and start walking up the driveway and toward the huge front wooden door.
Our first home.
Once we reach the doorstep, Harper tugs her hand out of mine and crosses her arms over her chest. “If you don’t start talking, I’m going to get mad.”
“You’re cute when you’re mad.”
“Warren,” she whines, using her angry voice, which only makes me want to irritate her more, so I can hear her whine again.
“Whose house do you think this is?”
“I don’t know.” She turns to stare at the front door, and I slip my hand into my pocket and pull out the keys. “What are you doing?” she questions. I bring the key to the front lock and open the door.
“Welcome home, baby,” I lean down and whisper into her ear.
A gasp escapes her lips before she grabs onto my hand and turns to face me, “You’re lying, this isn’t ours.”
The look on her face makes me smile. I cannot believe that I was able to keep this a secret, which makes that look one-hundred percent worth it.
“I’m not. It’s ours. This is where we will live, you, me, and our daughter and any future children we decide to have.”
Surprise paints her features, “Oh, my god, Warren. How did you do this? Can we afford this?” Of course, with her emotions heightened her beautiful eyes mist over.
“Yes, we can afford it, and don’t worry about how I did it. Just know that I did it for you and the baby. We’re going to be so happy and safe here.”
She nods, her throat bobbing, most likely clogged with emotion.
Taking her hand in mine, I guide her into the house.
I close the door behind us and listen with joy as her eyes scan over every inch of the place.
The entire house is furnished with brand new furniture, appliances, and everything that we could need to start living here today.
“You did all of this?”
“Yes, now let me show you around the house. I want you to see everything.”
Especially the nursery. We do a full walkthrough of the house, and I save the baby room, and our bedroom for last, knowing it’ll be the two things that will push her over the edge. Stopping at the nursery, I press a kiss to her forehead and open the door.
Like a child that cannot be contained, she walks into the room and starts touching every little thing, mumbling under her breath about how beautiful it is, and how the colors match, and I got the baby crib she wanted.
It’s such an amazing moment and one that makes me smile so big my cheeks hurt. When she’s finally done touching every piece of furniture, she walks over to me, tears in her eyes.
“How did you do all of this?”
“Magic,” I wink and wrap my arms around her.
Our baby girl takes that moment to kick, and we both laugh.
There is nothing better in this life, nothing at all.
“There is one more thing I want to show you.” Gently, I interlace our fingers and pull her out of the room and across the hall and into our bedroom. “And this is where said magic happens.”
Harper starts laughing, a hand resting on her swollen belly. God, she’s beautiful, so beautiful.
“What about all our other stuff at your place?”
“We can go through it. Keep what you want and get rid of the other stuff.”
“Okay,” she pulls away and walks over to the bed. She sits down on the edge, and I shove my hands into my pockets. Seeing everything come together, it’s more than I ever could’ve imagined it to be.
“Should we test the bed out?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me, and I lick my lips. Is she kidding? Does she even know me?
“Well, yeah. Either now or later. Though, as you know… I’m always hungry for you.” I’m not lying, I can never get enough of her, it doesn’t matter how many times a day we fuck, I can always go one more time. Luckily, Harper seems to be just as insatiable as me, especially since I knocked her up.
“How do you want me?’ she asks seductively, and I almost come in my pants right then.
“Naked and on all fours,” I order and watch as she takes off her clothes slowly.
I make quick work of my own clothes, fisting my cock as soon as it springs free.
She is so fucking beautiful with her stomach round and swollen, I don’t know what it is about her being pregnant, but somehow, she makes me even crazier than before.
She knows it too.
Harper climbs onto the bed, moving like a lioness on the prowl. My sweet, innocent, Harper is gone. Crawling across the mattress, she gets on all fours, arching her back and sticking out her ass, so I get to see her pussy on full display.
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You’re already soaked for me.”
She moans in response, wiggling her ass like a red flag, and I’m the fucking bull.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please,” she begs breathlessly, beckoning me to come to her.
I get on the bed and position myself behind her.
All I want to do is slam my cock into her tight cunt and lose myself, but I want to do something else first. Placing my hands on each of her ass cheeks, I spread them apart, opening her up to me.
Leaning down, I dive in between those folds, licking her once from her clit all the way up to her perfect little asshole.
Using my tongue, I massage her there a few moments before I press into the puckered hole. She pushes her ass back, right into my face as she mewls into the mattress. I know she likes this. Loves this actually. Ass play is her new favorite thing. My dirty girl.
I tongue fuck her asshole for a few minutes until my saliva drips down her cunt, mingling with her arousal, and I can’t take it any longer. My dick is so hard it hurts, and if I don’t get relief soon, my balls are going to explode.
Straightening up, I align my dick with her pussy and slam inside in one swoop. She cries out in pleasure, screaming my name into the pillow. Fuck, she is so tight in this position, I’m not going to last long. Judging by her moans, she won’t need much longer either.
Taking my thumb, I circle her still wet asshole and slip it inside gently. She pushes back, making me sink in deeper, all while I fuck her pussy.
When I feel her thighs quivering and her walls tightening around my cock, I know she is fucking close. I remove my thumb from her ass and replace it with two fingers. Going deep, I rub the thin wall connecting her two channels. She moans so loudly, I’m pretty sure the neighbors hear her.
“Yeah, that’s it, come for me, Harper. Be my good little slut.” That last bit of dirty talk drives her over the edge. She goes off like fireworks. Her pussy strangling my cock, and her ass holds onto my finger. That combination sets my own release off.
My balls tighten, and mindless pleasure shoots through my body. Every single muscle tightens before completely relaxing.
Together we sag to the mattress. Both breathing heavily, our bodies sweaty, sticky, and absolutely sated… for this moment, at least.
“I like having sex in our new bed,” Harper whispers after a few moments of silence. She sounds sleepy, so I pull the blanket over her.
“You like having sex everywhere,” I chuckle, tucking her in.
“That’s true. I don’t care where I have sex as long as it’s with you.”
“Good, ’cause there is not going to be anyone else for you, ever. You and me. Like it was always supposed to be.”