Epilogue #2
“Brew, come on, you’re rivaling Tag in the Grump of the Year award.” Olive rolls her eyes like that should be obvious.
“Olive,” Erica laughs. “I’d go with flattery.”
I point at Erica. “Listen to your mother, she talks sense.”
I’m not gonna lie, I do have a protective surge over her, over both of my girls.
It’s my job to protect them, and I don’t care if Zachery is just a teenager, I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to meet him.
Once I lay eyes on him, we can have a man-to-man chat.
Then I can tell him how things are gonna be should he want to call Olive his girlfriend, because Erica and I weren’t born yesterday.
Why do teenagers think they’re so stealthy? I guess we all did at their age.
I want to be the kind of father figure Olive can look up to.
Something to measure against when she gets older.
I’m not dumb enough to think girls and boys her age aren’t full of hormones, but she’s suffered so much in her young life already, I don’t want anybody to hurt her.
That’s my job as the man of the house; to keep her safe.
Frankly, I take the job with pride.
I look across the table as Erica sits down, a hot mug of coffee in her hands.
I love this time as a family. We eat at the table every night, talking about our day; something I’ve never done before.
Erica insisted on it initially, and I was skeptical, but now I look forward to it.
We don’t allow phones; Olive received one recently on her birthday, and we don’t allow interruptions. It’s family time.
“You okay?” Erica mouths from across the table.
I smile, nodding slowly. “Perfect.” I mean every single word.
I walk into the bedroom, then stop in my tracks. “Erica?”
She’s sitting on the bed, with something in her hands. She looks up at me, and it’s then I notice she’s been crying.
“What’s wrong?”
She wipes her tears. “I’m-uh, nothing’s wrong.” Tears roll down her face, and I panic.
“You’re cryin’.”
“I meant, everything’s right.” She stands, a box falling to the floor as I glance at it.
“What’s that?”
“A pregnancy test,” she whispers, holding the stick in her hands.
My heart races at her words. We’ve been at it like rabbits, and I can’t get enough of her, but this is still a shock.
“I felt funny this past week, I thought I may have been coming down with a cold, but I’m also really tired. Then my boobs have been sore, but I thought it was my period, but then my period didn’t come.”
“What are you sayin’?”
I wait for it.
“I’m- we’re, I think we’re pregnant.”
My world spins. “What?”
She waves the stick at me. “I mean, I took the test twice, and I’ll need to see my GP, but I’m pretty certain these are the symptoms, and I’m a week late. I’m like clockwork, Brew.”
I stare at her, so many emotions running through me. “You’re kiddin’?”
She shakes her head. “I’m pretty certain. It’s been a while since I was pregnant with Olive, but it isn’t like you ever forget.”
I drop to my knees, staring at her stomach. I press my hands to her flat belly. “You sure there’s somethin’ in there?”
She laughs. “Yep.”
I kiss her stomach, looking up at her. “We’re gonna have a baby?”
“Yes, Brew. You’re gonna be a dad.”
I can’t breathe. It’s like the world just stopped after spinning me around. I cup her face, leaning up to kiss her. “We did good.”
“Yes, we did, and when we get the okay from the doc, we also have to tell Olive.”
I groan. “She’s gonna kill us.”
Erica chuckles. “She’ll be a wonderful big sister.”
“Can you still… do stuff?”
Her eyes grow wide. “You’re serious?”
“I want you. Nothin’ sweeter than knowin’ my kid is growin’ inside you.”
“It’s still safe to have sex when you’re pregnant. As we go along, you might have to be a little less, um, vigorous.”
I push her back onto the bed, mounting her body. “Vigorous, huh?”
She laughs as I kiss her neck. “Yes, you’re not exactly soft.”
“Sometimes I am.”
“Are you happy?”
“Of course, you’ve given me everythin’ I ever wanted.” I take a breath, unsure if I should admit the next thing I’m about to say, but I go for it anyway. “I worry I won’t be a good father.”
She strokes my cheeks with her thumbs. “Don’t talk like that. You’ll be an awesome dad. I know it.”
“Are you happy?” I counter.
“Oh, Brew, I’ve never been happier in my entire life. I love living here with you, Olive, and our animals, and now our new baby, well, in nine or so months’ time.”
“I bet it was that time in the kitchen,” I ponder. “When I bent you over the counter.”
“Brew!”
I laugh; I still love shocking her. “Let me strip these clothes off and show you how appreciative I am.”
“I’m surprised it took you this long.”
I take my time peeling her dress off, enjoying every curve of her body that’s only gonna get rounder. I’m here for every fucking curve.
I tease her, making her hips jut off the bed as I flick her clit with my tongue.
“You’re gonna be the death of me when you start showin’,” I growl.
“Harder,” she whispers.
“Can’t be too rough with you now, not with a bun in the oven.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
I suck her clit into my mouth, and she grips the sheets with her fists. “Dylan,” she whisper-shouts. “Right there, I’m right there.”
We’ve learned to fuck quietly, though I have to say, I love it when I make her scream.
I replace my tongue with my fingers, spreading her wetness as I sheath my dick with my other hand.
“You love it,” I mutter.
She looks up at me with glassy eyes. “Yes, I do.”
I hold my dick as I caress her at the same time. “Gonna take this dick?”
“Don’t be a tease.”
“I thought you liked it?” I breathe, rubbing my tip through her folds.
“I don’t like it, I love it.”
I smirk, pushing my tip inside as she grips my ass. “Yeah?”
She bites down on her bottom lip. “Yes.”
I slide in, nice and slow. “Like this?”
“You fill me so full,” she murmurs.
I’m only halfway in, but I push my hips forward, claiming all of her. She jolts and I stop, seated deep inside. “I mean it, I don’t wanna hurt the baby.”
“You won’t, you’re the sweetest man I know.”
“I better be the only man you know like this.”
She rolls her eyes, and I bump my hips, making her laugh. “You’re more than enough to handle.”
“Glad to hear it.” I pull out, torturously slow, then slide back in, enjoying every single sigh that leaves her pretty lips.
Soon, we have a rhythm going that has my hips rolling back and forth, hitting every nerve and making Erica come undone over and over again.
She’s my muse, she always will be. “I love you,” I grit. “I love you so fuckin’ much.”
“I love you, too, Dylan. I’m so happy you’re mine.”
I pump harder, Erica’s eyes closing as she grips my ass even harder than before. I’m riding a wave of pleasure that I don’t want to lose, but it’s just too good.
When Erica moans soft and low and I feel her pussy grip my dick, it’s enough to send me over the edge. I still, spilling myself inside her as I groan out my release.
I collapse on top of her, making her squirm. I lift up, kissing her nose. “When will you start showin’?”
She giggles, and it’s fucking cute. “Not for a while yet, quite a few months.”
“I don’t want you workin’ when the baby is born. You good with that?”
“It was always the plan to raise our child,” she whispers. “But just because you’ll be the main breadwinner, doesn’t mean you’re in charge.”
“No?”
“Nope.”
“I thought it meant exactly that?”
“Nuh uh. I’ve been talking with the other ol’ ladies, learning the ropes.”
I roll my eyes. “Here we go. Stay away from the other ol’ ladies, they’re bad news.”
“You don’t really mean that.”
“Don’t I?”
“They mean well.”
“They gossip,” I mutter. “And Manny is no better.”
“You have your club business, and we have ol’ lady business.”
“You know I’ll tease any information out of you, don’t you?”
She grins. “I look forward to it.”
I press my lips against hers, loving how close we are, how magical it is to finally be at peace after the long hard road we’ve both traveled. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Brew, always and forever.”
I plant another kiss against her soft lips. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”
THE END