Epilogue
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Almost nine months later…
My finger slides back and forth against Dash’s wedding band.
I can feel the tension in his body as I lean in to him.
He’s trying to hide it from me so he can be the calm one.
He wants to be strong for me when really he’s about to lose his mind with worry.
It’s a big day for us because it won’t be just the two of us any longer.
Our family is about to grow, and even though he’s excited, he’s worried.
“You want to play the name game again?” I ask. That will keep him busy because we need three boy names and three girl names to be completely ready.
“I’ll do whatever you like.” He places his hand on my very pregnant belly and I smile. That seems to be all of me these days since I’m carrying triplets.
“Do you wish we would have found out what we’re having?”
I thought it would be fun to wait. It made knowing how to decorate the nursery hard, but we went with a teddy bear theme so it didn't matter if we had all boys or girls. Deep down I feel like we’re going to have both, but I don’t know for sure.
“It makes absolutely no difference to me. They are our babies and that’s all that matters.” One of them gives his hand a hard kick and he scolds them. “Don’t do that to Mommy.”
It makes me giggle because none of them listen to him.
“You’re the one who put three babies inside of me,” I remind him. “I don’t think when you were told to make an heir they meant for you to make them all at once,” I tease.
“I put those babies inside of you because I wanted to.”
I snort a laugh at his stern expression.
If there is one thing I’ve learned about my Dash over the last few months, it’s that no one makes him do anything he doesn't want to do. He will always do whatever it takes to make me happy.
“Don’t make me laugh. I might pee myself.” He leans over, kissing me, cutting off my laughter. I sigh into his mouth and think about how much I love him. He would truly do anything for me.
“I’d give up everything for you. My last breath is yours. Everything I am is yours. I love you so damn much.”
My eyes sting with tears. “Now you’re going to make me cry.” His hand cups my cheek and I turn to kiss his palm. I feel the same about him. He’s given me a life beyond my wildest dreams.
“Don’t cry, Buttercup. I’m not sure I can handle your tears.” He’s going to be on edge until these babies are born today.
“I’m going to be fine.”
We leave for the hospital soon. With triplets they don't let you wait to go into labor and I’ve already been on bed rest for the past month to be safe.
I’m ready for our babies to be here and for me to be out of this bed, but I should enjoy the down time while I’ve got it.
The next few months are going to be crazy, but I miss being intimate with Dash too.
He worries over me, and I want him to see that everything is going to be fine.
We were a little shocked when the doctor first told us we were having twins. Then we went for our next appointment and they said triplets. Apparently one was hiding behind another and Dash is convinced that’s his daughter. He thinks her brothers were being overprotective and hiding her.
“I won’t let it go any other way,” he says, and I smile against his mouth, taking another kiss.
“I can’t believe how long we’re going to go without sex.” That’s really my only complaint about all of this.
“You horny?” I feel his hand move up my thigh.
“Since they told us we can’t have sex, it’s all I want to do. It’s the same with them saying I couldn't eat this morning. What the hell? Who tells a pregnant woman she can’t eat?”
“I’ll take your mind off food.” His hand keeps moving up my thigh and I see the determination in his eyes.
When they told me I couldn't eat after midnight, Dash made me breakfast at eleven-thirty last night. I was half asleep as he happily shoved pancakes in my mouth. My husband was very smug as he did it.
He kisses down my jaw to my neck. I tilt my head as his hand slips into my panties. “I don’t remember anyone saying I couldn't make my wife cum.”
I whimper because I always get so turned on when he calls me his wife. I spread my legs wider as he parts the lips of my sex and his finger strums my clit.
I bury my face in his neck as he makes me quickly climax. The man knows my body better than I do and he enjoys himself as he licks his fingers clean.
“That’s going to be the last one for a while.”
I breathe him in, feeling more relaxed now. I already was but now I’m mush.
“It will be worth it.” I nod in agreement.
I hear his phone buzz and know it’s time to go. He helps me to my feet and I take one last look around our home.
“When we come back here we’re going to have a houseful.”
“We might need a bigger place,” he says offhandedly, and I smile.
“Yeah, if you keep putting triplets in me, we might.”
I take his hand as we walk to the elevator.
We’ve talked a lot about finding a home with some land.
I’d love a farm with a few animals, but I wanted to wait.
It was a lot to take on right now in the wake of our wedding and the news of triplets.
We got married fast and found out we were expecting in a blink after that.
I’m pretty sure he knocked me up that first night we made love.
I wanted to enjoy our quiet time before the babies arrived and not have a million other things on my plate.
“Well, that’s what you get for having such a sweet pussy.”
I burst into laughter “Don’t make me laugh.” I grab my stomach.
“Sorry.” He smiles, but I’m not buying it.
The car is waiting for us when we exit and he helps me in. “My bag,” I shout, thinking I forgot something.
“Already beside you.”
“Right.” I should have known he would be two steps ahead because he always is. He gets in behind me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “You’re about to be a daddy.”
“I don’t know what I did in this life for you to give me this gift, but thank you.”
I look up at him and see the tenderness in his eyes. “Thank you for loving me.”
“Never thank me for that. It’s impossible not to love you. It’s like breathing.”
Like always he melts my insides and lives up to his word. He might not be perfect, but he’s perfect for me.