Epilogue
MARCO
Roughly Five Years Later
I wake up and peek open my one eye to check the time.
Six in the morning. That means I have about an hour until Micaela wakes up, maybe a little less because we’re in a hotel and she’s excited to celebrate her cousin’s birthday.
Technically, they aren’t really cousins but try to tell them that and they might knock your ass out.
Bella is lying on her back sprawled out across the bed, her hair everywhere, legs spread open, leaving me barely any room, and of course, she has all the blankets. Fucking blanket hogger.
I scoot down the bed, and once I get to the bottom, pull the sheets off the bed and lay myself between my wife’s legs, staring up at the perfect view of her bare cunt. I love it when she falls asleep without panties on.
Starting at her ankle, I trail kisses up her calf, moving up her leg, and ending at the apex of her thighs.
She visibly shivers, and when I look up, I see her blinking at me, barely awake.
Spreading her pussy lips, I dive right in, my tongue swiping at her clit—not wasting any time, because let’s face it, when you’re a parent time is limited.
I push two fingers in, and Bella’s hips buck in pleasure as she releases a soft moan.
“Shh… you have to be quiet. Our daughter is still asleep.” She moans out her acknowledgement and then I go back to eating her pussy like it’s my breakfast until she comes all over my tongue and fingers.
“Get up here and fuck me,” she whines.
At six months pregnant, my wife is even hornier than usual.
Without needing to be told twice, I situate myself at her entrance and guide myself into her.
With her legs hooked around my arms, I’m in the perfect position to fuck her slow and deep.
I feel her orgasm building again, and when she screams in ecstasy, I drive in harder, my orgasm following right behind her.
“Let’s shower before Micaela wakes up.” I lean down and give her cute as hell pregnant belly a kiss.
“And you know she will be up soon,” Bella adds knowingly. “She’s been counting down the days until our trip to Los Angeles to celebrate Lexi’s birthday. Speaking of which, I should call Tristan and see if he needs any help setting up for the party.
BELLA
Marco, Micaela, and I walk into the bowling alley where we spot Tristan, Mason, and Lexi, along with Tristan’s family and a bunch of their friends.
Micaela goes running straight for Lexi, who runs toward Micaela meeting her halfway.
The two girls hug like they haven’t seen each other in years, when the truth is, they video chat several times a week.
“Happy Birthday, Lexi!” Micaela hands her the wrapped gift with the big number five on the front.
“Thank you, Micaela! My daddy said you can spend the night tonight after the party! And my grandma is going to watch us!”
I give Tristan a pointed look, but he just shrugs and smirks.
Every time we come out to visit him and Lexi, he always insists on taking us out to show us more of Los Angeles.
I think he believes if he makes us fall in love with the city, we’ll make the move here.
We’ve all begged him to move back home over the last several years, since Lexi was born, but he says he loves where he lives.
He loves rooming with Mason, and he loves owning his own gym.
Tristan walks over and gives me a hug. “Thanks for flying out.”
“You know we wouldn’t miss her birthday.
We’ve been to every single one.” Tristan hooks his arm around my neck as we join everyone.
“Would be nice if you moved back to Vegas. Then we wouldn’t have to fly or drive five hours to get to you.
” I elbow him playfully and he doubles over pretending I hurt him.
“I have to second that,” Ashley says.
“We’re not moving to Vegas,” Mason says. “The only hot available women in Vegas are prostitutes.”
He earns a slap to his gut courtesy of Tristan’s sister, Emma. “Don’t be a douche.”
Mason chuckles. “I said available. You’re unavailable until you’re thirty. Don’t make me and Tristan come to Vegas to whoop some guy’s ass.”
“You’re not going to Vegas to beat up any guys so give it a rest.”
“Hell yes, we will. It would be a lot easier if you would just make the move to L.A. like Morgan did. You can go to college here and room with her.”
“Can you stop trying to convince my only child who is still living near me to move?” Kaden growls. “If she moves, we’re going to have no choice but to move here. Ashley is already bringing it up more and more.”
Ignoring their continuing banter back and forth, Tristan quietly asks, “So, is it a boy or a girl?”
“You have to wait to find out like everybody else.” I laugh.
Marco and I couldn’t agree on whether to find out the sex of the baby.
I wanted to know, but he wanted to be surprised.
So, we compromised and I found out but agreed not to tell anyone else.
The nursery door stays closed so Marco won’t find out.
Micaela knows the sex but hasn’t let it slip yet. It’s only been a few weeks, though.
“Give me back my wife and stop trying to find out the sex. There’s only a few surprises in life and this is one of them.”
“Are you hoping for a boy this time?” Tristan asks.
Marco pulls me out of Tristan’s arms, plops himself onto a chair, and pulls me onto his lap.
He tilts my head back and gives me a hard, wet kiss on my lips.
“It doesn’t matter what the sex is because we’ll be having at least three or four more.
” He waggles his eyebrows at me and I roll my eyes because he’s lost his mind.
“I’m just kidding. All that matters, is that the baby is healthy…
and comes out wanting to fight. Because lord knows, that pretty pink princess over there has no desire to fight.
” We all laugh. Marco might be joking about the baby coming out wanting to fight, but he is dead serious about the pretty pink princess part.
As soon as Micaela was old enough to pick out anything for herself, it had to be pink.
Pink dolls, pink babies, pink clothes, pink shoes, pink leotards.
Yep, that’s right, our daughter, who is being raised in a family of fighters, does gymnastics and dance, and you better believe Marco is right there at every recital cheering her on like she’s going for a UFC championship, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.