Epilogue #2
Somehow, Mel looked even more breathtaking knowing she was filled with my cum, a secret only the two of us shared in this crowded room.
But it wasn’t just that—it was the way she carried herself, the way she held the microphone with quiet confidence, standing before everyone, her beauty amplified by the sheer emotion in her eyes.
Her voice rang through the reception hall, clear but laced with tenderness.
“I haven’t known you as long as Nick and Colt, but I’ll never forget the day I offered to help you with your fashion design project.
You were sitting alone on campus, completely lost, and I thought—why not?
And now, Abigail, not only have you come a long way in your sense of fashion, but in your selection in men, too. ”
A soft laugh rippled through the crowd, but Mel’s eyes found Abigail’s, full of warmth.
“Colt, you treat Abigail like the queen she is, and the way you love her—it’s changed her.
It’s given her a confidence I didn’t even realize she needed.
Watching you two grow together, build this life, this family, this friendship—it’s something rare. Something that doesn’t go unnoticed.”
Her voice hitched, her breath faltering as she blinked rapidly, trying to keep the emotions at bay. But when she opened her eyes again, they were shimmering, glassy with unshed tears.
And God, she had never looked more beautiful.
“I would wish you the best,” she continued, voice trembling, “but you don’t need it. What you have is solid. It’s something so real, so special, that I know your love will carry you through forever.”
The room erupted in applause, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She set the microphone down, exhaling as she returned to her seat beside me, her hands shaking slightly from the rush of emotion.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “That was beautiful, princess.”
She turned to me, her eyes still glistening, and gave me the softest smile.
“Thank you, baby.”
And just like that, I knew—Mel wasn’t just beautiful. She was everything, and it was time to let her know it.
“Alright, alright,” I said, standing up, my heart already pounding as I reached for the mic. My fingers gripped the cold metal, steadying myself as I walked around the long table lined with those perfect white flower centerpieces, stretching all the way down like a runway of memories.
“My turn,” I said, turning to face Colt.
He was sitting there with his arm draped casually over the back of Abigail’s chair, looking like the most relaxed man on Earth. That smile—soft, easy, genuine. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw him look so… content.
“First off,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on him, “you’re one lucky bastard.” The crowd chuckled. “I still don’t understand how someone that smart and beautiful ended up falling for your jock ass.”
Louder laughter now. But I didn’t break my gaze. I needed to say this right.
“Seriously though—congratulations, man. I’m proud of you both.
And I’ll never forget…” I turned to face the guests, heartbeat in my throat, “The day my mom, my sister, and I moved into the same neighborhood as Colt and his mom, Nora.” I gestured toward her, sitting near the front. She gave me the warmest smile.
“We lived in a cul-de-sac, and I remember feeling pretty…” I paused. The words caught somewhere behind my ribs. “…Pretty lost. Alone. Like I suddenly had to grow up overnight.”
A lump rose in my throat, sharp and hot. “The day we found out my dad was killed in battle, I watched my mom collapse to her knees. I didn’t even know how to cry yet.”
I looked down at my black dress shoes, blinked the sting away, and lifted my head.
“Anyway… not long after, I was sitting on our porch after school, just staring at nothing, and I saw Colt out there tossing a football. Just him. He looked over at me and yelled, ‘Hey, you know how to toss a ball?’”
I laughed to myself. “I lied and said yeah. I had no idea that this mother fucker—”
Mel pinched my side from her seat.
“—this guy,” I corrected with a grin, “would have me out there getting tackled, running drills and shit like I was trying out for varsity. He didn’t go easy on me. He never has.”
The crowd laughed again, and I moved the mic away. “‘Shit’ isn’t a real curse word,” I muttered. “And how you going to get on to me about cursing miss potty mouth?”
Mel pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head, and I kept going.
“That day, though… that was the start. The start of something solid. A real friendship. One I didn’t know I needed.
Colt’s always been that guy—loyal, kind, way more compassionate than he wants people to know.
I saw it in how he treated his mom, his brother Blake, hell, how he even treated strangers.
How he treated me when I didn’t even know who I was yet. ”
I looked straight at him again. “And I know—even though Blake isn’t physically here, he’s watching. Smiling. Or maybe somewhere playing the guitar, working on a song just for you two.”
“Love you, son!” Cliff called out, raising his glass toward the stars above the sheer cream drapes that hung like a dream above the dance floor.
Nora shoved his arm gently, teasing him, and he lowered the glass with a laugh, taking a sip.
“So is your dad!” Colt shouted from his seat, his voice cracking a bit.
That hit me harder than I expected. I laughed quietly to myself, heart swelling.
“Yeah,” I said, eyes a little glassy now.
“Speaking of my dad…” I walked a bit, turning to address everyone.
“My parents had a love story that got cut short. My dad wanted to marry my mom after my sister was born—but life had other plans. And that taught me something important: don’t wait.
Don’t put it off. We’re not promised tomorrow. ”
I turned to Mel. She was already looking at me.
“That’s why I didn’t wait. That’s why we rushed in like fools and got married fast. Because when you know, you know. And I never wanted to risk leaving this world without making her my wife.”
The DJ dropped the lights, and the opening notes of Fools Rush In by Elvis filled the air like a heartbeat.
The crowd let out a cheer as I looked back at Colt and Abigail—her head resting on his shoulder, Chloe curled up in her lap, Bodie on his. A real picture of love.
“Thank you both,” I said, my voice soft now. “For letting me steal a moment on your day. For letting me embarrass my wife while telling her exactly how much I love her.”
The applause came as I set the mic down gently and turned to Mel.
“And now, the first husband-and-wife dance—before the bride and groom,” the DJ announced.
I reached out my hand to her. “May I have this dance?”
She smiled that smile—the one that still wrecks me. Her fingers slipped into mine, and we walked to the floor together.
We moved slowly, our bodies fitting together like we were made for this. I held her close, feeling her heartbeat through my chest, and in that moment, nothing else existed. Just the music. Just us. Just love.
The final notes of the song faded, and the applause rose around us like a soft tide. I kissed Melanie—her lips warm, familiar—and we made our way back to our table, the one right beside the bride and groom’s. It was their turn now. Their moment.
The DJ’s voice crackled through the speakers. “And now, for the bride and groom’s first dance as husband and wife.”
“I Wanna Dance with Somebody” by Whitney Houston came on. Unexpected, but fitting in some strange, offbeat way. Melanie told me Abigail loved ‘80s and ‘90s music, and she wasn’t kidding. The song wasn’t traditional, but then again, neither were they.
I turned toward the dance floor, watching Abigail and Colt sway in each other’s arms, when I felt a tiny presence sidle up next to me.
“Here you go,” Faye said, handing me a small box.
“You got me a gift?” I asked, surprised, taking it from her gently.
She giggled. “No, silly. I’m only six. Melanie gave it to me to hold ’cause she didn’t have pockets.”
Faye climbed into my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. I looked over at Mel, raising an eyebrow.
She smirked. “Figured I’d give you an early Christmas present.”
I frowned slightly, caught off guard. “Christmas? It’s still over a month away. We still have plenty of time for gift shopping.”
Colt and Abigail wanted to get married on November 11. It’s Abigail’s birthday. And Blake’s too—Colt’s brother. The one who died. So we still had time to think about Christmas presents. My chest tightened. I didn’t know Blake, but I knew what that kind of loss looked like. Felt like.
Melanie leaned closer, brushing her lips against my ear. “Besides… after that stunt you pulled out there, I’m glad I have something special to give you. And no, you’re not sleeping in the back of your truck for embarrassing me.”
I laughed, a little relieved. “Damn. Thought I was in trouble.”
“In fact…” Her voice dipped low. “I might let you take my ass before our honeymoon. That’s how turned on I am right now.”
That pulled a grin from me. “You sure you don’t wanna leave before they cut the cake?”
She swatted my shoulder. “Just open the box.”
“Yeah, Nick! Open it!” Faye bounced in my lap, eyes wide with excitement.
I set the box on the table and peeled off the lid.
Inside was a necklace—silver-gold chain, delicate but solid.
At the center hung a small heart, black on one side.
I picked it up. The heart spun between my fingers, and the gold glinted on the reverse side.
Light caught the surface, and both sides shimmered like crystal.
“Thank you, princess,” I said, my voice low.
“You’re welcome,” Melanie said, her voice softer now. “I figured you had enough purple hearts. So… I wanted to give you mine. You turned my toxic heart into a heart of gold. Just by loving me.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut.
For a long second, I couldn’t say anything. My throat felt tight. I blinked fast, but the sting behind my eyes didn’t go away. I hadn’t cried in years, not since the desert, not since Blake’s funeral, not since a hundred other silent losses that hardened me. But right then, I felt it coming.
She thought she was the lucky one. She didn’t know. I was the one who won the damn lottery. She had walls higher than anyone I’d ever known, and somehow, she let me in. When her guard was down, when she wasn’t fighting the world, Melanie’s soul was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Are you guys gonna have a baby now?” Faye asked, completely deadpan.
We both laughed. Melanie leaned into me, her fingers lacing with mine.
“One day,” she said. “But we need a bigger house first.”
“And we’re in no rush. Nick’s old, but I’m only twenty-two—we’ve got time.”
“I’m not old,” I said, mock offended.
“Not according to your mom.”
We were still chuckling when Faye turned serious.
“You guys could always adopt me,” she said, her voice small.
My heart stopped.
“I know Abigail and Colt said they would, after the last foster parents didn’t work out… but I don’t think they really love me like they love Chloe. ’Cause she’s their real daughter. And one of Bodie’s friends said I was a bastard child. I didn’t know what it meant, but it sounded… bad.”
I had no words. Just silence. My jaw clenched. My chest ached in a way I couldn’t describe. Melanie didn’t miss a beat. She reached out, gently placing a hand over Faye’s and looked her right in the eye.
“Hey,” she said, voice firm but tender. “You are not what that stupid kid said. Do you hear me? And Colt and Abigail do love you. Like their own. And so do we.”
Faye stared down at her little hands, quiet.
Melanie leaned closer. “And guess what?”
Faye looked up, eyes hopeful.
“You’ve got something better than most kids. You don’t just have two people who love you. You have four. And Bodie. A brother who’d fight anyone for you. So the next time some punk says something mean…”
Mel’s grin turned wicked.
“…you tell them to shove it.”
“Shove it?” Faye repeated, wrinkling her nose.
“Yeah. Shove it where the sun don’t shine.”
Faye turned to me, wide-eyed. “Your second mom’s kinda crazy.”
I laughed. “Yeah, she is.”
Melanie rolled her eyes, like she always did when she was flattered but pretending not to be.
“But lucky for you, I love crazy.” I pulled them both closer and said it without needing to say it.
You’re home now. You always will be.