Extended Epilogue
Four years later
At times, this perfect life of mine still feels like a dream. It’s been five years, and our life just seems to keep getting better.
I got to marry the love of my life one year after he proposed.
I got to graduate and teach, like I always wanted.
I get to come home every day to my husband, who is my biggest dream come true.
His love and dedication to me and our life together is incredible.
A few tears slip past my eyes, but they’re tears of joy. I’ve been more emotional lately, but I’ve been told it’s normal when you’re growing a baby.
My belly looks more like a small cantaloupe at this point, and I never miss an opportunity to look in the mirror. Pregnancy definitely agrees with me. Every time I see our little wonder getting bigger inside of me, it brings me the greatest joy. I am pregnant with our first baby. Our son. At five months, Ryker just started kicking. It’s always special when he does that, as if he greets me and tells me everything is all right. And well, his daddy, the wonder and adoration shining in his eyes make me an even bigger emotional mess.
He’s going to be a great father. It’s just in him. Once he loves, he loves with all of him.
Moisturizing my face in front of the bathroom mirror, my husband comes behind me, wraps his arm around me, and places his palm on my belly. In his embrace, I am safe, and I know nothing could ever happen to me or our son. He’d never allow it.
He dips his chin, placing a kiss on my neck, and our eyes lock in the mirror.
“You look so damn beautiful carrying our baby. Thank you for doing this for us.”
Even though I haven’t had a complicated pregnancy, which I am grateful for, the emotional ups and downs, the bodily changes, and this constant worry about our son are a clear sign that my life will never be the same. I love this tiny being growing inside of me in a way I didn’t even think possible.
And just then, my son kicks, greeting his daddy, whose eyes widen.
Turning me around, he drops to his knees, kissing my belly.
“Hello, my little wonder. Daddy loves you, and I can’t wait to meet you, Ryker.”
Another kick follows, and this one is more intense because he always does that when he hears his daddy. I suck in a breath, and my husband looks at me with apologetic eyes.
“Don’t. I love when you talk to him. I’m fine. He’s growing like he’s supposed to, and I am strong enough.”
“You’re amazing, Mia. I am in awe of you,” he says, taking my hands and kissing both of them. I cry again—there hasn’t been a single day since I found out I am expecting that I haven’t. I wipe them quickly with the back of my hands, offering him an assuring nod and a big smile.
“And hey, pal, I know you’re getting bigger in there, but Mommy is kind of small, so tone that down a bit, okay?”
He’s always thinking of me.
“Mommy is growing, too, like she’s supposed to when pregnant,” I say and turn to the side, looking at my bump. He takes after Blake because he’s already a big boy.
“You look beautiful, sexy, like my wet dream and only addiction. I’d get you pregnant again in a second.”
A giggle bursts free. My self-confidence couldn’t even get a dent because my husband worships me.
Standing up, his eyes darken with untamed hunger as he pulls down the straps of my nightie, and it falls to my feet. My nipples pucker as soon as his finger glides down my chest.
“They’re getting bigger,” he says with a low groan, looking starved. “And no panties.”
“I lose them every night, so what’s the point?”
“That sassy mouth of yours…”
“Has you hard. I know, baby. I am looking at the big proof.” It does things to me, seeing what I do to him.
He slaps my ass and says, “Get in bed, you tease.”
And to show him what a tease I am, I get on my knees and palms, jiggling my ass.
“Fuck,” he says, climbing into bed.
The rush of anticipation makes me even wetter. Lining up his cock at my entrance, a shiver skitters down my back and I arch on instinct.
“I love how desperate you are for my cock.”
And in one thrust, he’s inside of me, lighting my body up.
Kissing along my spine, the tender kisses and deep thrusts pull me apart, and put me back together. It’s a maddening sensation, and he knows what he’s doing.
“So good, always so good,” I moan, halfway here, halfway in carnal bliss.
Turning me around, he pins my hands above my head, his eyes sweeping over my body.
“Seeing the result of our lovemaking makes me even harder.”
“I feel that.”
“I want another one, Silver.”
I giggle, but he looks so damn serious. Something must be wrong with me, but I love that I’m the only one who does that to him. The idea of his baby growing inside of me has him losing his mind like that.
“I think we found your kink.”
The time for talking ends as my husband fucks me until I come three times, and then he pulls the blanket on top of us. I’ve never orgasmed just once. He surpassed even my wildest dreams and hottest fantasies.
Pulling me to his chest, he wraps his strong arm around my middle. “Love you, my life. Sleep well and dream of me.”
“Always. Just you.”
I am his life, but he’s my heart––we can’t live without the other.