38. Epilogue
Epilogue
Savannah
2 Months Later
W hen Declan tricked me into going to Marcello’s cabin to get married, I was angry. I was also afraid. But in the days and weeks after, I’ve realized that everything this man has done, has been out of love for me and Kenzi. I’ve not been fair to Declan, but he’s stuck it out all the same.
The more pregnant I get, the gentler Declan is with me, and all this mollycoddling is really starting to piss me off. I’m due in a week, so at this point there’s no worry about going into labor early or any of the other things he worries about constantly. He keeps the book What to Expect When You’re Expecting on his nightstand and reads it every night. I’m sure he’s finished it several times by now. My husband will be the most educated father on earth by the time this baby is born. To make Declan mad, I have to inspire him a bit. We’ve gotten a little more adventurous with him spanking me, but now that I’m due to give birth, he’s lost all his spunk in the bedroom.
“Hey, babes, I have the dress. Let me in.”
Olivia has found a skintight, slinky dress that will fit over my growing belly. It’s hard to not be self-conscious knowing I’m putting on this dress while I feel like a whale, but my husband can’t resist my pregnant body.
Once I have the dress on and come out of the bathroom Olivia’s jaw drops. “You look amazing, Van. If I weren’t straight as an arrow, I’d do you.”
Chuckling, my cheeks heat. I know Olivia is straight, but she embarrasses me saying things like that. At the same time, she’s hilarious.
“I’m so fat, I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Of course you can. Your man loves your pregnant body. Half the time, I can hardly make it out the door before he ravages you,” she deadpans.
“Not lately. He hasn’t wanted to touch me the last two weeks. And before that, he started getting paranoid that he was going to hurt the baby. He treats me like I’m made of glass. The last couple of weeks I’ve started to wonder if he doesn’t want me like this anymore.”
“Girl, the man drools over your pregnant belly. Don’t be ridiculous, Vannah.”
“I know but it’s hard not to second-guess myself when I feel like a baby hippo.”
Olivia does my hair and makeup and as I look in the mirror, I have to agree, I do look hot. If you didn’t see the baby bump, you wouldn’t think I was due to give birth in the next week or two.
Olivia brought several shopping bags in with her to make it look like I’ve been to town dressed like this. Every morning, Declan lays out the clothes he wants me to wear, and I know for a fact, he wouldn’t have picked this dress. It’s cut low on my full breast, skintight on my baby bump, and has a slit up one thigh. There’s no way in hell I’d be allowed out of the house like this.
Kate has Kenzi with her and when I hear the front door open and close, I know it’s Declan getting home.
“Showtime, girlfriend,” says Olivia with a mischievous smirk.
Walking out into the living room, I hug Liv goodbye. “Thank you for taking me shopping, Liv. It was so much fun.”
“I had fun too, Van. See you tomorrow?”
“Okay.”
As Olivia leaves, I acknowledge Declan, “Oh, hi, honey. How was your day?”
Declan’s eyes narrow and he looks me over from top-to-bottom, his gaze lingering on my breast and the extremely high slit in my dress.
“Savannah, what the hell are you wearing?”
“Oh, this old thing? It’s a dress Olivia bought me a while back. Nothing fits over this huge belly anymore,” I say, giving him a soft smile.
“Baby girl you went out in this? This is not what I laid out for you to wear this morning.”
“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to wear something a bit different today. It was so hot outside, and this was much cooler than the leggings and the T-shirt you laid out. It was weird though. There were a couple of guys downtown who looked at me funny.”
“What do you mean by funny?” Declan’s eyes narrow.
“Well, they stared like they’d never seen a pregnant woman before.”
Taking a quick glance at my husband I notice his fists are clenched and his jaw is so tight he will need a dentist after this. I grab a glass of water and bend over as I place the glass in front of him. He looks straight down the front of my dress and his nostrils flare.
Reaching out, Declan wraps his arm around my waist and grabs a handful of my ass. “Baby girl, I owe you a spanking for going out in this dress. No way in hell should other men see you dressed like this.”
His other hand goes under the dress and when he realizes I don’t have panties on, he’s ready to pounce.
Grabbing my pussy he growls, “This is mine, and you had no right to go out of this house with this dress on and no panties.”
With a whimper escaping, I try to stay calm, but my heart rate is speeding up. “I couldn’t wear panties. I would have had a panty line with this dress, Declan.”
“Yeah, that’s why you don’t wear fucking dresses like this.”
I almost can’t hold back my grin as Declan gets even more angry. “Oh please, Declan, don’t be ridiculous. No one is looking at me. I’m the size of a whale.”
His eyes linger over my body again. I look down to see his pants are tented.
He moves his hand to rub my belly. “Savannah you are sexy as fuck. You don’t know how men think, and I won’t tolerate another man looking at you. I’ll kill them first.”
“Obviously you aren’t even interested in looking at me like this, so I doubt any other man is bothered.” Not able to help myself, I pout with my bottom lip out.
“You don’t think I’m turned on by your pregnant body?”
“You haven’t touched me in weeks, Declan. I get it. I’m fat, but don’t act like anyone is looking at me when my own husband isn’t.”
“Baby girl, I have failed you as a husband. I just figured you were uncomfortable, and I didn’t want to send you into labor, but now you must be punished. You’ve let other men see what doesn’t belong to them.”
With that he flips me over onto his lap, taking care to avoid hurting my belly. His legs are just far enough apart to allow my large stomach to sit comfortably.
“You need to be spanked, baby.”
“Declan, you can’t spank me. I’m pregnant,” I declare, scandalized, but not really meaning it.
“Your ass isn’t pregnant, and I’m going to leave red handprints on it to remind you who it belongs to.”
With that he smacks my ass. It’s not all that hard, but it’s enough that my already wet pussy gets even wetter.
“Count, baby girl.”
Slap. “Two,” I count. Slap. “Three.”
The burn on my skin makes my pussy gush wetness.
Declan rubs my ass as the skin stings, then his hands fall down between my legs. “You are so wet for me already. Is this all for me, Savannah?”
“Yes, all for you, Declan.”
“I don’t believe you since you let all the other men in town see what belongs to me today. You need more punishment to remind you who you belong to.”
Slap. “Four.”
My chest heaves as my breaths come faster and my pussy gets wetter.
Declan reaches down between my legs again running his fingers between my slick folds.
“Declan, please.” This time the whimper that comes out is genuine.
“What is it, baby girl? Please, what?”
“Please let me come,” I beg.
“No, I don’t think so. You allowed other men to see what belongs to me and only me. You’ve been a bad girl, and only good girls get to come.”
Smack. “Five,” I squeak. My thighs and pussy are soaked by this point.
Declan quickly gives me five more smacks on the ass and rubs the sting away. He bends down and places a kiss right on my ass cheek.
As he stands me back up, I jump him, sitting on his lap in the kitchen chair. Trying to rub my wet, swollen pussy against the bulge in his jeans to get enough friction to come, I know I look like a crazy person. Declan should feel violated the way I’m climbing all over him.
“Please, Declan. I need it,”
“What do you need Savannah?”
“I need your big hard dick. I need it so bad.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t lie to me and try to make me jealous then.” Declan looks at me strangely.
Wait, what?
“You didn’t think I saw you on my phone, did you? I have cameras in our room, and I saw you and Olivia plotting.”
“So, this whole time you knew I didn’t go out in this dress, and you weren’t jealous?”
“Of course, I was jealous. You shouldn’t have put this dress on at all. It should have only been for me. You are mine and only mine,” he growls.
I don’t notice that while Declan is telling me he knew my plan to seduce him the whole time that he has undone his pants and pulled his thick, long cock out. Looking down, my eyes go wide at the sight of it. The tip has liquid leaking from it.
“If you need me to fuck you, you need to tell me. No more games, little girl.”
Declan’s eyes meet mine and he stares at me with an intensity and hunger that leaves no room for question. He’s hungry for me.
Placing his hands over both hips he pulls me down on his erect dick in one stroke. He’s so deep I cry out.
Lifting me on and off his steel rod, he fucks the life out of me. “You wanted my dick to stretch this wet pussy? All you had to do was ask. I always want to be inside of you. I want to live inside this hot wet cunt.”
With each stroke Declan shoves me down hard on his dick. It’s amazing. Like scratching an itch that you can’t reach and finally finding relief.
Before long, we both come, and I can feel his seed coating the inside of my walls.
Kissing me until we are both breathing hard, Declan makes sure I’m satisfied before picking me up and carrying me to the shower. He loves to wash me, feed me, and do anything to take care of me.
Later that night, I’m sleeping in his arms and feel a gush of wetness. Not a little, but a lot. Like I’ve spilled a drink in my lap. Lifting the covers, I see the large wet spot on the sheet.
“Declan,” I say as I shake his shoulder.
“Huh?” he answers, still half asleep.
“My water just broke.”
Declan’s eyes shoot open, and he sits up. “Oh God, I broke your water? I shouldn’t have fucked you earlier.” His face turns ashen as he starts to panic, and I can’t help but smile at his silliness.
Trying to keep him calm, I grab his face in my hands. “Declan, stay calm. It’s time for the baby to come. This is perfectly normal, and I could have gone into labor tonight even if we didn’t have sex.”
After getting his wits about him, Declan grabs the bag we packed for the hospital, calls Kate to come and watch Kenzi, and then we make our way to the hospital.
There, I give birth to our second child, a boy. Ashton Kai Walker. He is a miniature version of his father. Declan has the biggest smile on his face, the man’s cheeks should be sore. He holds Ashton when I’m not feeding him and won’t lay him down. The little man hasn’t slept in his bassinet at all since he was born.
We spend three days in the hospital. I could have gone home after one, but Declan insists that the baby and I stay to make sure everything is okay. His overprotectiveness has worsened but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Right now, Declan is sitting in the uncomfortable hospital recliner beside my bed, with Ashton lying on his chest. The sight of Declan holding our baby is a far cry from when Kenzi was born. Derek didn’t even come to the hospital and never held her like that. Tears of happiness well in my eyes. I never thought I would have the life I have now.
Kenzi is still Declan’s princess and has her daddy wrapped around her little finger. Ashton is already the apple of my husband’s eye. He treats us like we hung the moon and the sun. I couldn’t ask for a better father for my children.
A light knock on the door startles Declan, and he opens his eyes and looks towards the door. His mother and Mason are here to visit, along with Kenzi. She’s mesmerized by her baby brother.
Looking at my family, my heart is full. Olivia comes in last as she and Mason narrow their eyes at one another. I don’t know what’s going on between those two but there’s something. Unable to spend any time thinking about them, I sit back and just enjoy my family. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
The End… maybe