Epilogue
Zeppelin
Misty more than understood the decision of the club, and she doesn’t feel we’re failing her. Being around to protect her and Bernie is more important than taking out Butch.
I was convinced she was just playing cool while she planned her escape. But if she left, I was following her. My life will never be without her or Bernie. I wouldn’t survive.
She told me she wanted to talk one night, and I panicked. I was ready to tell her I was out and following her, but she surprised me. She asked me to move in with her and Bernie, and I damn near kissed her feet in relief.
By the next weekend, I was moved into her house with Bernie. And while we had our ups and downs in the beginning, it’s been smooth sailing ever since.
And the best time of my entire fucking life.
I never realized how large of a yard Gloria had, and the first thing I convinced Misty to let me do was put in a pool.
Bernie loves to swim, and I made sure there were privacy fences up high enough to allow us a little bit of fun when Bernie’s at sleepovers.
The entire club is here for the party, and a few of them have even changed into swim trunks and jumped into the pool with Bernie. Not all, but some. Rooster damn near ripped off his clothes to get into the water.
“Looks like a great party,” Mama says, wrapping her arms around our waists.
Misty looks around at everyone and shakes her head. Quite a few of Bernie’s classmates are also here to celebrate her ninth birthday, and I know how much this means to her mama. All Misty’s ever wanted was people to see how great Bernie is, and it’s finally happening.
“It’s the best,” Misty says and hugs Mama. “Thank you for helping plan this.”
“It was honestly my pleasure. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to plan a birthday party.”
“Zeppelin Molloy!” Nancy calls out as she walks into the back. “Damn, this is a nice setup!”
Misty giggles and accepts a hug from our favorite bar owner. “Thanks. This is all Zep.”
“If I knew you had this kind of money, I might’ve let you take me home and wife me up like you wanted to.”
My eyes widen as I envision what being married to Nancy would be like, and I’m honestly terrified. Some guys are into scary women. I’m not.
“Your loss,” Misty says and bumps my hip.
“I guess so,” I say.
The party continues, and Misty whispers, “Come inside for a few minutes?”
Nodding, I follow her, no one paying any attention to us as Bernie calls for everyone to watch her cannonball into the pool. Again.
“What do you need, baby?” I ask.
She pulls me into the bedroom, shuts the door, and claims my mouth. Her hands reach for my jeans and unbuttons them, yanking them down before the zipper’s fully undone.
“Baby, slow down.” I chuckle as she unzips her dress and lets it drop to the floor.
The chuckling stops when I see no panties. And a see-through bra. Fuck me.
“I need you, Zep,” she says, her chest heaving. “We don’t have much time, but God, I need you.”
I’m never going to deny my girl, and I quickly shed the rest of the necessary clothes, smirking as she stands at the edge of the bed and bends down, resting her hands on the mattress.
“No foreplay?”
“No need,” she says, her voice breathless.
Damn, she’s not lying. My cock slides into her like a warm knife in butter. “Jesus, baby, you’ve been horny lately.”
“Are you complaining?”
She turns to look over her shoulder up at me, and it’s the most gorgeous scene today. “Not at all.”
“Fuck me, Zep.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And fuck her I do. Hands grip her hips tightly as I pound into her, and she braces herself to keep from falling forward with the force. If we didn’t have a party going on in the backyard right now, I might be a little suspicious about the choice of position, but timing is crucial.
“Right there,” Misty moans, her hand reaching back to rest on my left hand. “Oh God, yes, right there.”
I reach to the front of her and twist her clit between my index finger and thumb, and she releases my hand to grab a pillow. She screams into it, her body tightening and clenching so hard around my cock that she nearly pushes me out.
So damn sexy.
She comes down, and she turns to give me a satisfied smile. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m glad I fell in love with a man who knows just what to do in the bedroom. Fuck.”
I’m not finished yet, so I slide out and flip her onto her back. Lifting her legs, I rest them on my shoulders as I ease into her again. Same tightness but a better view as her tits bounce with every thrust.
She holds onto my forearms as I work my way to my release, and I’m surprised when her fingernails dig into my skin and her head tips back.
Again?
It’s been about two minutes, but sure enough, her pussy squeezes me, this time taking me with her. Her moan comes from deep in her throat, and I push four more pumps into her as I fill her and let out a roar of my own.
Moving to lie beside her, I pull her toward me, my hand grazing her chest. Her body jolts, and I yank my hand back. “Did that hurt?”
“No, just really sensitive,” she says as she pants.
“That was two in record speed, baby.”
“Tell me about it. But I think it calmed the craving for now.”
She’s not kidding. We’ve been fucking at least three times a day for the past two weeks. Sometimes more. And twice I came home as she played with her vibrating toy. Which has been a fun addition to the bedroom.
A lot of guys feel inferior with these battery-operated devices, but I fucking love it. And it’s kind of fun when my cock rubs against it, too.
“Everything good?” I ask, curious why her libido has jumped up higher than a teenage boy’s.
Stepping into her dress and zipping it up, she nods. “I’m perfect.”
“Well, that’s a given,” I say and get dressed, too. “It’s probably time for cake.”
“Phoebe did a really good job on the chocolate cheesecake cupcakes.”
I frown as we walk out to the kitchen to grab them. “Are these cheesecake or cupcakes?”
“Cupcakes. Chocolate cream cheese cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.”
“Why didn’t we just do cheesecake cupcakes?”
“Bernie doesn’t like the texture of cheesecake. Ben’s mom makes it, and it’s always lumpy. I think she curdles things. Or doesn’t know how to mix properly.”
We carry the cupcakes out, and Lainey gives us a knowing look. She knows what we did, and I don’t fucking care. Misty got off twice, and I’m never going to tell her it’s a bad idea to have a quick romp during a party.
“Bernie, baby, come blow out your candles,” Misty calls.
Bernie hurries out of the pool and dries off with Carly quickly behind her. “These look so good!”
“You helped make them, so they’ll be delicious,” I say with a smile. “Happy birthday, kiddo.”
And she really did help make them. Misty took her to Phoebe’s Phab Pastries to test out cakes, and somehow they got this idea. Bernie made a comment about wishing she knew how to make them, and Phoebe offered to let her help. With her mother’s supervision, of course.
“Make a wish and blow out your candles,” Misty says after lighting all nine of them.
Closing her eyes, she thinks hard before blowing them all out. Good. No boyfriends for her.
I’m already dreading her first date. I’ll have to sit on the front porch with my .45 visible to whatever boy dares walk up those front steps. Nope, it’s decided. Bernie can’t date until I’m dead. My heart won’t be able to handle it.
“What’d you wish for?” Lainey asks.
“No, you can’t say. It won’t come true then,” Carly says. “Keep it a secret.”
Bernie smirks. “I wished for a little brother or sister.”
“I’m not opposed,” I say.
When I look at Misty, she looks pale. Bernie notices, too, and tilts her head. “Mom, are you okay?”
“I think you should open up my present first,” she says.
I’d be lying if I said my feelings weren’t a little hurt. The idea of having my baby makes her pale. That’s a great sign of things to come.
She hands Bernie a small gift I haven’t seen. Now I’m not just hurt, I’m pissed. We were supposed to give presents from the both of us. That one’s just from Misty.
Untying the ribbon, Bernie lifts the lid of a small box. Her eyes widen as she glances up between it and Misty.
“This might explain what we were talking about earlier,” she whispers to me.
“Is this… Is this what I think it is?” Bernie asks, her eyes wide.
Hurt to pissed to fucking confused. This must be a record.
“I was going to wait to give that to you until it was just the three of us, but now seems like a good time,” she says.
“My wish came true!”
Bernie jumps up and barrels toward her mother, nearly tackling her as she wraps her up in a big hug. The words hit me, and I walk over to the box and see what Bernie saw.
A necklace that says BEST BIG SISTER.
Misty smiles when I look up in shock. “Surprise.”
“You’re… We’re… My baby’s in there?”
I sound like an idiot, but I honestly didn’t expect this. We’d talked about having kids one day once or twice, and we haven’t really been careful, but I didn’t think it would be now.
“I hope you still aren’t opposed to giving Bernie a little brother or sister.”
Walking up to her, I pull her into my arms and kiss her. “I’ve never been happier.”
Hurt to pissed to confused to so fucking happy. Yep, that’s a record somewhere.
And then it hits me. She’s been so fucking horny because she’s a wash of hormones. “And it does explain a few things.”
Laughing, she shakes her head. “It’s a better side effect than morning sickness.”
Rooster tilts his head. “What’s a better side effect?”
I chuckle as Lainey leans over and whispers into his ear. His eyes widen, and a big smile appears on his face as he nods at me.
“Get it, man.”
“What’s he talking about, Mom?”
“Cravings. For food,” she adds quickly.
“Can I name him or her?”
I shake my head. “We cannot name another new family member after food. I don’t care how cute it is. We already have a Peanut Butter.”
“Fine,” she says and giggles. “I’m going to be a big sister!”
The kids all cheer as they run and jump into the pool, everyone giggling and playing. Mama walks up to us, and she hugs Misty. “Congrats, you two.”
“I hope you’re ready to be a grandma,” Misty says, accepting a hug from Lainey, too.
Crossing her arms, Mama looks at her sternly. “Misty Reynolds, you already made me a grandmother with Bernie.”
This makes her cry, and Mama pulls her into a hug. Misty crying makes me anxious, and I suspect I’m going to have nine months of anxiety.
“Oh, it’s okay, baby,” she soothes. “It’ll pass soon enough.”
“I just… I’ve wanted family like you, and I finally have it. And oh my God, I’m a mess. I don’t remember this with Bernie,” she says and wipes her eyes.
“Probably because your hormones were already out of whack since you were a teen,” I offer.
Nodding, she looks up at me. “Probably. You’re really happy about this?”
“I honestly don’t know that I could be happier, baby. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I went from feeling like I’d never get what I wanted in life to having more than I ever thought possible.
More than I deserve, that’s for sure, but I’ll give Misty, Bernie, and our second child the best life I possibly can.
Because DNA doesn’t matter, and as far as I’m concerned, Bernie’s mine. They both are.