Epilogue
Bella
M y anxiety is high as I work to unlock the door. Before I can turn the handle, the door flies open causing me to fall clumsily into my husband’s arms. That’s a fairly new title, but I love it just the same. He’s still my Dominant and my Daddy. My heart warms as I touch my neck and feel the collar he placed on me the day I came back to him. We leveled up that day, and then again when we married. And we’re about to level up again.
“Well?” He asks with an excited look on his face. “How did it go?”
“You’re looking at the new Lead Social Work Assistant.” I worked hard in my internship to set myself up for this paid position, so hopefully when I graduate, they’ll want to keep me on. This is a step in the right direction to meet that goal.
He rushes me, picking me up off the floor and swinging me excitedly around in a circle.
“Mrs. Hart, I’m so fucking proud of you. I knew you could do it.”
Laughing at his excitement, “Does this mean we can get tacos for dinner? There’s a taco bar down the street that smells divine every time I walk by. Apparently, it’s like a salad bar, but for tacos.”
Placing me back on my feet, he nods. “You can have whatever the fuck you want, sweet girl. You know I’d never say no to you.”
“That’s not true. I seem to remember begging you to come last night and you told me no. Repeatedly. Even threatened me with punishment if I did.”
“That’s different and you know it. You love when I edge you until you lose your fucking mind and I always let you come. Eventually.” He’s got me there. It was a weak argument, but I had to try.
“We’re going to need to stop at the pharmacy on the way home, please.”
“Why?” The panicked look on his face is almost amusing. He’s so overbearing in his protectiveness. I pretend like I hate it, but I don’t. No one has ever loved me like he does.
“I need to pick up some prenatal vitamins,” I say plainly. I watch his face closely as the words register in his brain. His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen as the realization sets in.
“Are you–” he starts to ask, but I nod before he can finish the question. “We’re going to have a baby?”
“I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one having it. But yes, you’re going to be a daddy.”
And I’m going to be a mommy.
He steps up to me and places a hand on my belly. It’s still early, so I’m not showing, but there’s something about knowing a life is growing inside of me that both scares me and fills my heart with a deep love I didn’t even know existed.
“We’re going to be parents.” He sounds stunned and that’s not something I hear in his voice very often. We’ve talked about it though, so I know he’s happy.
He just needs a minute. Despite all the times he’s dirty talked about fucking a baby into me, I don’t think either of us thought it was actually in the cards for us.
I haven’t spoken to my mother since I walked out of her house on her birthday. It does make me sad that my child will grow up without a grandma in their life, but there will be plenty of love to go around.
That, I’m sure of.
And despite all the hell she put me through, I’m more confident than ever, I’m going to be a good mom.
My child will never wonder if they’re loved.
Wrapping his arms around me, he tells me, “I love you, Mrs. Hart.”
I squeeze him back. “I love you too, Daddy.”
The End