33. Epilogue
Epilogue
Ilook both ways down the hall before I raise my knuckles to the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Just a second!” Tiff says from the other side, and damn, just hearing her voice has my dick hard.
Not my fault. We spent all of last night at the rehearsal dinner, drinking and dancing. All the foreplay I could ask for, but then we were forced to go to separate rooms.
She opens the door, and I catch my breath.
“Fuck me,” I breathe. “Forever and always.”
She's in a little silky white robe. “You're not wearing a bra,” I state matter-of-factly. Can't help it. My brain is malfunctioning just taking her in.
“Jamie!” Her eyes go wide. “You're not supposed to see me before the wedding. It's bad luck.”
“I've already had all the bad luck I'm ever going to have. Besides, I didn't want you finding out without me.”
Her brow furrows in confusion. “Finding out what?”
I reach into my pocket and pull out the empty pregnancy test box I grabbed from our bathroom trash. “This.”
All the color drains from her face before she pulls me inside. “How did you—”
I close the door behind me and lean against it, taking her in. “I forgot my cufflinks. Went back to the apartment and found this in the trash.”
“You were looking through the trash?” she asks incredulously. “So much for privacy.”
“Please.” I take her hand, lacing her fingers with mine. “All of our other possessions are boxed up, ready to move into Zach's, I mean our, new home. It's bright blue and was sitting right on top of the trash.”
“Yeah.” She sighs, playing with her fingernails.
I step closer, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Were you going to tell me?”
“I—” She swallows hard, her eyes glistening.
“I haven't taken it yet. I was going to do it this morning, but I was too scared to look alone, and then I thought maybe I should wait until after the wedding because what if it's negative and I'm sad all day, or what if it's positive and I'm crying through my vows—”
I press a finger to her lips, cutting off her spiral. “Shall we do it now?”
As I ask the question, that’s when I realize there isn’t a bundle of greatness attacking my leg. “Wait, where's Ella?”
“Madison took her for breakfast since I wasn’t feeling great. They have waffles, so she was very excited.”
“Perfect,” I say, kissing her nose. “That means we've got time. Have you still got the test?”
She nods. “It's in the bathroom.”
I take her hand, lacing her fingers together as we walk through the best bridal suite in Indiana toward the bathroom.
There it is.
Sitting right on the marble countertop next to her makeup bag. The little white stick that could change everything.
“Are you sure?” she asks nervously. “What if—”
I stop her question with a kiss. “It won't matter what happens. I'll be happy either way because I have you and Ella.”
She bites her bottom lip and takes a second before saying, “Okay.” Then she shoos me out of the room. “I'll let you know when I'm done peeing.”
“Can't I just turn around?”
“No. I want to keep the mystery alive.”
I roll my eyes as she shuts the door, and no less than a minute later, she opens the door again.
“So?” I raise my brow as I walk back into the room and place my fingers on the test, looking at the little blank screen. “What does it say?”
“Nothing yet. It takes at least three minutes to show anything. I set a timer.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “Three minutes, huh? I can do a lot in three minutes.”
Her eyes widen, and she rolls them so hard I'm surprised they don't get stuck. She smacks my chest playfully. “Will you stop?”
I lean in, my lips finding that sensitive spot just below her ear. “No,” I murmur, nipping gently at her earlobe. “Because that's what got us here in the first place.”
Her breath hitches as my hands slide into her robe, finding warm, bare skin underneath. “Jamie—”
“Shh.” I turn her to face the mirror, standing behind her as I slowly part her robe. “Watch.”
Her cheeks flush pink as I slide one hand down her stomach, lower, until I'm cupping her over her G-string. One I would be admiring if I had the time. She's already warm and pushing into my touch.
“We shouldn't—” she starts, but it comes out breathy and unconvincing, especially since she's grinding against my cock.
“We absolutely should.” I slide her panties to the side, finding her wet and ready. “Fuck, Tiff.”
Her head falls back against my shoulder as I circle her clit slowly, teasingly. Her hips rock forward, seeking more pressure, and I give it to her by sliding two fingers inside her while my thumb works her clit.
“Jamie,” she whimpers as she threads a hand through my hair.
I kiss her neck, watching her in the mirror as I slowly tug at the knot in her robe. When it falls apart, her breasts spill out, and I'm in fucking awe of the beautiful woman.
Her chest rises and falls with each labored breath and thrust of my hand, which covers her entire pussy.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
So much for finishing in three minutes.
The sharp beep of the timer on Tiff's phone fills the room as she lifts her head, about to reach for the test. I stop her by catching her wrist with my free hand. “Not yet.”
“But—”
“Come for me first.” I increase the pressure, fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that makes her legs shake. “Let me feel it.”
She relaxes back against me, while I lick and kiss her neck, mindful not to give her a hickey on our big day.
“Open your eyes. Watch us.”
She does as I say.
“Look how fucking perfect you look with my fingers inside you,” I whisper in her ear, moving my thumb faster over her clit.
Her lips are parted as her eyes connect with mine through the mirror.
“You're a goddess, Tiff, and I will spend the rest of my days worshipping you.”
I push another finger inside her, making her gasp, but it's just enough pressure to make her come.
“Jamie,” she sighs just as her pussy clenches around my fingers, her whole body trembling as she comes with a cry.
Her body jerks forward, and she clutches the marble countertop, breathing heavily.
When she finally stops shaking, I slowly withdraw my fingers and turn her around, lifting her onto the counter in one smooth motion.
“Jamie,” she pants, her eyes hazy with pleasure. “The test—”
“In a second.” I push her robe off her completely, stepping between her thighs. My cock is already hard, straining against my dress pants as I free it, lining up to her entrance.
“What are you—”
“This is for insurance,” I say, sliding into her in one slow thrust.
She gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist automatically as she rolls her eyes. “You're insane.”
“Insane about you.” I start moving, the angle perfect in this position. “Always have been. The second I saw you in the library. No one would ever compare to you.”
I move forward, clutching the countertop as I drive into her. Again and again. The bathroom fills with the sounds of our breathing, skin against skin, quiet moans that we both try to muffle.
“Fuck,” I breathe, feeling my control slipping. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” she whispers back, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Jamie—”
I feel her tighten around me, and it's my undoing. I come with a low groan, spilling inside her, praying that if that test is negative, maybe this time will be the one that takes.
We stay like that for a long moment, our foreheads pressed together as we catch our breath.
“We should probably check that test now,” she finally murmurs.
I help her down from the counter, both of us fixing our clothes before Tiff picks the stick for us to look at.
'PREGNANT'
Clear as day.
“Is there such thing as a false positive?” I ask, not wanting to get my hopes up.
“I don't think so. Only false negatives.”
My heart stops. Then restarts at double speed.
“Tiff,” I breathe.
She's staring at it, her hand covering her mouth. “Oh my god.”
I wrap my arms around her from behind, my hands settling over her still-flat stomach. “You're pregnant.”
“I'm pregnant,” she repeats, like she's testing the words.
“We're having another baby.” I press a kiss to her shoulder. “Are you happy?”
She turns in my arms, and her eyes are shining with tears—but she's smiling. Really smiling. “Are you?”
“Happy?” I cup her face in my hands. “Tiff, I missed everything with Ella. Every doctor's appointment, every ultrasound, every kick, every moment of you being pregnant. I missed it all.” My voice cracks. “But I get to be here for this one. From the very start. So yeah, I'm fucking happy.”
She laughs through her tears, throwing her arms around my neck. “We're having a baby.”
“We're having a baby,” I confirm, holding her tight.
Then reality hits.
“Wait.” I pull back. “We're getting married in four hours, and you're pregnant.”
“We're getting married in four hours, and I'm pregnant,” she says, a giddy laugh bubbling up. “Oh my god, Honey's going to kill me for not telling her before today.”
“Are we telling people today?” I ask.
She considers this, her hand drifting to her stomach. “No. Let's keep it just ours for a little while. Today is about us getting married. We can tell everyone else later.”
“Later,” I agree, stealing one more kiss. “I should go before someone catches me in here.”
“You should.” But she doesn't let go.
I gently disentangle myself, heading for the door. At the threshold, I pause and look back at her—standing in the bathroom in her white robe, one hand on her stomach, the positive pregnancy test on the counter beside her.
My fiancée. My soon-to-be wife. The mother of my children.
“Bad luck, huh?” I say with a grin.
She rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. “Get out of here before I change my mind about marrying you.”
“Never going to happen.” I blow her a kiss. “See you at the altar, Wifey.”
“I love you,” she calls after me, laughing.
I close the door behind me, my heart so full it might burst.
In four hours, I'm marrying the love of my life, and in about seven or eight months, we're having another baby.
Yeah, I'd say my luck has definitely changed.