Epilogue
Some years later
“Run that back,” I said to the engineer that had been working with my newest male singer.
The music played, and I smiled as I watched my son’s head bob to the beat.
Life for the last three years had been amazing.
After Harvest and I got married for the second time, we spent almost two weeks on an island instead of the initial one we planned.
We spent time eating, exploring the island and each other.
A month after we returned, we found out she was pregnant with twins.
We were both surprised because twins didn’t run in either of our families, but I guessed my sperm was that potent.
Brayden and Hayden were almost three years old, and they were my entire world, right along with their mother.
They both liked to come to the studio with me, but Hayden decided she wanted to stay home with her mother for the day. I loved how they both were into music already, even though they couldn’t fully grasp the concept. They knew when the beat was good or not, though.
I was proud of the legacy Harvest and I were building.
It was too early to tell if either of them would follow in our footsteps, but I could see it happening.
They had already modeled for a children’s clothing line, and they had more jobs lined up.
The money they made from it went into their bank accounts.
Harvest and I never forced them to do anything they didn’t want to do. They both already had strong personalities, and I couldn’t wait to watch them grow.
We talked about having more kids one day, but we hadn’t decided on when. I was okay with the two, but I wouldn’t mind having a bunch of kids running around. We had the money and the space for it. I couldn’t keep my hands off Harvest, so I wouldn’t be surprised if more kids came.
I’d been proud of everything I accomplished in the music industry, but being the twins’ father and Harvest’s husband had been my greatest achievement. Every day I woke up happy and excited to spend time with my family.
Like any other relationship, ours wasn’t perfect, but the good always outweighed the bad. I made sure to spend time with my family every single day. The twins even sat in some of my meetings. I hired nannies to help out, but Harvest and I were very hands-on.
It was nothing for the twins and I to pop up on Harvest at one of her photo shoots, or just me when the twins stayed home.
We both were busy, but we always made time for our family.
No matter what, Harvest and I had date nights at least twice a month.
There wasn’t a night that I didn’t sleep next to my wife.
If she had to fly out for a shoot, the twins and I were right there with her.
Sometimes, they would stay with one of their grandparents or godparents.
Lavender and Carter were their official godparents, and they spoiled them.
Carter and Jasmine had eloped in Vegas one random ass weekend.
They were sober when they did it, though.
Everyone in our circle was doing well for themselves, and I couldn’t be happier.
Noah was still my bodyguard, and Aiden still was Harvest’s.
He proved how good he was when Harvest had a stalker that tried to approach her one day.
Aiden shut that shit down, and the dude got arrested for stalking.
Most of the time, people didn’t bother either of us, but I took our safety seriously, especially Harvest and the twins.
Brayden and I stayed at the studio for a couple of hours until he got tired. Harvest and Hayden were in the theater room when we arrived home.
“Daddy!” Hayden slid off the seat and ran toward me.
I bent down to catch her in my arms as she threw herself into me.
“Hey, baby.” I kissed her cheeks.
I picked her up and walked over to Harvest. With Hayden in my arms, I bent down and kissed Harvest on the lips.
“Hey, mama. What have y’all been up to?”
Harvest filled me in on their day, and I told her about mine and Brayden’s.
Brayden had fallen asleep in the truck, so I took him to his room when we got home.
I made sure I wiped him down first because if not, Harvest would have a fit.
She didn’t play that getting in bed without cleaning up, and damn sure no outside clothes in the bed.
Hayden’s eyes were closed as she laid her head on my chest. A lot of times, the twins took naps at the same time, which made it perfect for Harvest and I to get a little quality time in.
“Are you ready to hit Vegas?” I placed my hand on Harvest’s thigh.
For our anniversary, we would spend time in Vegas for a few days.
Our friends were going, too, so the twins would be with our parents.
Whenever we went away, my parents or my in-laws would come to our house.
It made it easier for the twins. They had plenty of toys and clothes at everyone else’s house, but we tried to keep things as routine as possible while they were still so young.
“Yes. I’m excited to spend time with everyone. At least this time I won’t wake up married to a stranger.”
“Unless y’all prepared to die.”
“Boston, please don’t say stuff like that in front of our daughter.”
I looked down at Hayden, and she was knocked out with her thumb in her mouth.
“She ain’t heard a word I said. But it ain’t no secret how I’m coming behind her mother.”
Harvest just shook her head and turned the projector off. When I came in, it looked like they were watching one of those princess movies that Hayden watched damn near every day.
I stared at Harvest when she stood and stretched. She folded the throw blankets and placed them in one of the empty chairs.
Since she was home all day, she wore navy-blue leggings with a T-shirt to match.
The twins made her hips spread even more than they were before, and I kept my head buried between them every chance I got.
To this day, she still smelled like caramel and vanilla.
I found someone to make it into an air freshener, and I kept that shit in my office.
I was obsessed with my wife and wasn’t afraid to show it.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Boston?” Harvest asked as she picked up the empty popcorn buckets.
“Because you so gotdamn fine.”
Harvest blushed and I smiled.
“Thank you, and so are you.” She blew me a kiss.
I stood with Hayden still on my chest. I walked over to Harvest and grabbed the trash from her hand.
“How about I put baby girl down in her room and clean this stuff up. Afterwards, we get into some shit.”
“You always trying to get into some shit.”
“As long as it’s your shit, hell yeah.”
Harvest giggled, but she agreed.
It took me no time to put baby girl down, check on Brayden, then meet Harvest in our bedroom. I didn’t even give a damn about the trash in the theater room; that shit could wait. As the song said, there was a meeting in my bedroom, and I wasn’t trying to be late for it.
“You about to cum for me, mama?” I asked Harvest as my fingers strummed her clit.
We were on the balcony of our hotel room in Vegas, and the night air felt good against our sweaty bodies.
We spent the day with our friends, eating, drinking, and smoking. We even got some gambling in. I lost a couple of racks, but I didn’t care. I made that money back in my sleep.
“Boston.” Harvest moaned.
“Cum for me, because I’m about to spray your walls. I hope this time it’s another baby.”
I pinched her clit, and she sprayed her essence on my dick, thighs, and the chair. Harvest didn’t squirt all the time, but when she did, it was a sight to see.
I wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her head back so I could kiss her. As we shared a passionate kiss, my dick hardened again. I was ready to take this shit inside, so I stood and pulled out of Harvest. The remnants of what we did dropped down her thigh, and I licked my lips.
I picked her up and carried her inside, then dropped her onto the bed and buried my head between her legs. I sucked her pussy into my mouth. For Harvest, I was a nasty ass nigga and didn’t give two fucks about it. This was my wife, my whole fucking world. I ate her pussy morning, noon, and night.
Harvest and I were freaky sober, but with the weed and liquor, shit was turned up another notch.
We didn’t indulge that much when we were home, because of the kids, but sometimes, we would sit in the back and smoke a blunt before we fucked on one of the chairs.
The nanny almost caught us one time, so we tried to be careful when they were around.
When she came again on my tongue, I kissed up her body until I reached her mouth. She sucked her juices off my tongue as I slid inside of her.
Since I fucked her on the balcony, I took my time making love to her. It was important to have that balance. I treated my wife like a queen in the streets, but behind closed doors, I slutted her sexy ass out.
Every time I thought about the way things happened with Harvest, I felt blessed.
I stopped stroking and stared into Harvest’s eyes. They were red and low from the weed, but I still saw the love she had for me in them.
“Aren’t you glad you were claimed in Vegas?”
“Absolutely.” She grinned, then tightened around my dick.
“Fuck, mama.” I groaned when she did that shit again.
I couldn’t even talk my shit, because Harvest felt too damn good, and I was ready to cum. I made love to my wife for a few more minutes until I came inside of her.
“Maybe this time my seeds will be harvested,” I joked as I rested my head on Harvest’s breasts.
“Sir, please give it up.” Harvest laughed.
“I love you, baby.” I kissed her lips.
“I love you, too.”
My failed wedding day turned out to be the best day of my life because it led me to my forever. My father always said when one door closed, another one opened, and I was happy and grateful that Harvest was on the other side of that door.
I had everything I could ever dream of.
Fin