Epilogue
PRESTON-TWO WEEKS LATER
Megan says I’m an overprotective caveman. And I fucking am. Seeing her discomfort causes my heart to squeeze, but I can’t ignore the urge to pound my chest in celebration as I notice the changes in my wife. Her appetite is as unpredictable as her mood, and there’s no mistaking her morning gag when she gets a whiff of coffee. Two weeks after our honeymoon, I’m so fucking distracted I can barely focus on my lectures.
My last class of the day stretches into eternity. I swear the clock is playing tricks on me, taunting me with a time loop while I try to finish up. On Thursdays, Megan drives herself since I usually have a faculty meeting, but today I’m skipping the meeting to do something way more important.
As soon as I let my students out, I’m on the way to the pharmacy. My heart races as fast as my car, and I’m trying to keep it cool, but it’s no use.
“Pregnancy test, please,” I manage to say when I finally reach the counter. The cashier eyes me suspiciously and takes his time.
“Which one?” This fucker really wants to test me.
“Whichever is best,” I growl and slide my hands into my pockets to keep them from shaking.
He finally gets his ass moving, and I hurry up to pay and get the fuck out of there before I lose my goddamn mind.
I finally get home and find Megan in the living room, stretched out on the couch and reading a book. She looks up with those beautiful eyes, and for a moment I just stand there, watching her. She raises an eyebrow. “Where have you been?”
“I had a quick stop on the way home.” I thrust the bag at her, unable to keep a shit-eating grin off my face. She opens it and looks back at me with a mix of surprise and amusement.
“You noticed, huh?” She laughs, setting the bag on her lap.
“I notice everything about you,” I say, plopping down beside her. “Take it right fucking now,” I insist and follow her to the bathroom.
“I’ll be right back.“ She shuts the door in my face, and I’m tempted to kick the fucker open but I let my sweet girl have her privacy.
Seconds drag like hours as I stare at the closed door. Every nerve is on edge, waiting for her to come out with the answer.
When the door finally opens, I’m halfway through wearing a hole in the carpet. I look up, my breath catching in my throat. Megan holds up the test with a radiant smile, tears of joy glistening in her eyes. “We’re going to be parents!” Her voice trembles with excitement, and I’m pretty sure my heart just imploded.
I pull her into my arms and lift her off the ground. “Holy shit, Megan,” I gasp, kissing her face like she’s the most incredible thing that ever happened to me, because she is. “We’re having a baby!”
She lets out a breathless laugh, and I spin her around, completely and totally fucking euphoric.
I can’t put her down. I don’t think I’ll ever put her down. We fall onto the bed, tangled up in each other and giddy with excitement. Her eyes shine up at me, and all I can think about is how goddamn lucky I am.
“This is crazy,” she murmurs, pressing against me with an urgent, sweet insistence that drives me out of my mind.
“Crazy perfect,” I whisper back, running my hands over her still-flat stomach. It’s like I can already feel the tiny heartbeat of our future.
“Show me how perfect,” she demands, pulling at my shirt until it’s over my head and on the floor. I’m so full of wonder and excitement that I can hardly contain myself.
Her mouth is warm on mine, full of promise and a new kind of need. I kiss her back, letting the wonder spread through my entire body.
“Touch me,” she breathes, and I don’t have to be asked twice. My hands find every curve of her body, my heart swelling as I feel her move beneath me, the woman I love, the mother of my child.
She wriggles out of her clothes, and my brain just about short-circuits when I realize I’m the luckiest man alive.
“I can’t believe how goddamn lucky I am,” I say, pulling her close and breathing in the soft scent of her skin.
She tilts her head back and moans as I slide my lips down her neck and over her tits. “Believe it,” she whispers, and it sounds like a promise.
Her hands tangle in my hair when I make my way lower, tasting the perfection of her skin as I work my way down her soft stomach.
I run my hands along her thighs, spreading her open to cover her pussy with attention.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I can feel her body tense with anticipation as I dip my tongue between her lips.
She shudders and cries out, so fucking gorgeous and sexy that my cock strains to join in.
When I finally slide my way back up, she pulls me closer, needing me as much as I need her.
“I want you inside me,” she demands, looking up with a hunger that matches mine.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I position my cock at her entrance, the anticipation sending sparks through my entire body.
I thrust deep, and she lets out a moan that tells me I’ll never want anything more than this for the rest of my life.
Every move feels full of wonder. I circle my hips, knowing we’re right where we’re supposed to be.
When I feel the pressure build, I lose all sense of time and space, wanting only to be with her in this moment.
“I’m going to come,” she breathes, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me in deeper.
“I love you,” I gasp, pressing deep and feeling the wild throb of her orgasm take me with it.
I roll us over and pull her sweet body next to mine.
“I love you, too,” she whispers, a contented sigh as she nestles against my chest.
I cradle her in my arms, the promise of our future warming us.
In the quiet, she drifts off to sleep, and I can’t help but reflect on how far we’ve come. From professor and student to husband and wife, and soon-to-be parents.
It’s been a whirlwind, but I know with absolute certainty this is exactly where we’re meant to be.
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