Epilogue
Shaw
We didn’t buy a rental house. Instead, we used some of the money from the sale of Gatlin’s home to have the tiny house erected in the yard.
Mrs. Mona fit into our family like a glove.
Turned out, the original invitation from Gatlin had not been as a nanny but just a member of the family, and when she felt awkward about that, he offered her a job.
Which worked well, between the salary and free room and board, our friend was able to enjoy her retirement to the fullest. We made sure she got lots of vacation time to travel and visit her grown children, but her help was invaluable.
The club was ready to open when Rose was almost five months old, and with my mate now a fully vested owner of not just this club but Cuffed and any future clubs as well, we had no money worries, and I was able to be a stay-at-home dad.
Mrs. Mona made that way easier than it might have been, and when I dressed up in the suit I’d bought for the occasion of the soft opening, I left the house for the evening knowing my children were in the best hands.
All the other owners and their partners were there, and we were having a big party the next afternoon for them at our home. Family friendly with food and games and prizes. When had my life changed so much?
It had been gradual, but it all revolved around Fate bringing my mate back into my life. He shook hands with people and welcomed them into the club he’d worked too hard to make perfect, and I watched with pride.
The other owners congratulated him while their omegas toured the new place.
Every detail had been carefully thought out, and he’d met with the other owners every day in Zoom.
A few, like Talon who seemed a bit more in charge than anyone else, and Bronson who took care of ordering dungeon furniture, along with Liam who designed the landscaping had visited a few times and stayed with us along with their omegas and children.
This time, of course, there were too many of them, and they had taken over a floor of one of the local hotels for the weekend.
I ran over details in my mind about my part in all this, the gathering at our home. I was pretty sure it was all in order, and if I missed anything, my alpha would never hold it against me.
“Omega, are you coming inside? I have a spanking bench reserved for us.”
“The one we tried out last week?” A benefit of being an owner…playing before the club opened.
“Yes, but don’t tell Bronson. He might think we should have waited.”
“I heard that.” The other alpha came up and slapped him on the back. “I blame it on your naughty omega. He probably needs another spanking.”
And this time, I didn’t mind it being in front of others. I was proud of my alpha and his ability to bring me to the cusp of orgasm with just the flat of his hand. Perhaps tonight, further than that.
“I definitely do, Sir.” I offered Gatlin a cheeky smile. “I’ve been very naughty.”