Epilogue
EPILOGUE
MONTHS LATER
Colver
Before anyone asks, I’m not saying a word whether Abrielle is having a boy or a girl.
If anyone comes over to the house and sees the nursery, they know right away.
Little pink hockey sticks all over the walls…
Ah, fuck, I just gave it away.
It doesn’t matter though.
My eyes are open and I have nothing to worry about in life other than taking care of Abrielle.
She’s still sleeping, her back toward me.
It’s been a month since we bought the house together.
The two of us. Together.
This is our house. Maybe not a forever type house, but this is where we’re going to raise our little girl. Even if it’s only for a little while. This place is home.
Those wondering about the outside noise…
I reached out to my father and told him I was having a kid.
His response - Good luck with that.
That’s it. That’s all I needed to hear.
As far as Abrielle goes, her mother jumped right to the money.
Thrilled that Abrielle had gotten knocked up (her words) by someone with money and not someone struggling. Then she told Abrielle to send some pictures when the baby came.
Instead of getting mad about it, Abrielle and I decided to channel that energy and make sure we’re damn good parents to our baby girl.
Funny enough, Abrielle used the word ‘kids’ and then stopped herself to gauge my reaction…
If you could see Abrielle right now, beautifully pregnant, I’d have fifty kids with her. She glows. Her cheeks are round and cute. She thinks she looks like a squirrel.
She hates her legs, ankles and feet.
I rub her feet two times a day at least.
Her stomach is big, but it’s supposed to be.
Perfectly round. The sweetest and sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Abrielle thinks I’m all about the pregnancy because her tits are three times bigger than normal. I’m not going to lie, that’s a wonderful feature of pregnancy.
But it’s much more than all that.
For her, she’s literally connected to our baby. Sharing her body with our baby. Doing something that is so beyond a miracle it’s hard to comprehend.
I feel it pulling inside me all the time.
I’ve never loved anything the way I love Abrielle and our unborn daughter.
Now, aside from all that mushy stuff…
I’ll tell you a secret about Abrielle that will get me into trouble.
She’s horny as hell first thing in the morning when she wakes up.
Abrielle
I’m having a nightmare right now.
That for some reason the sprinkler system was set off in the gallery and all the paintings were washed away.
So my gallery is now just white canvases and the floor is covered in mixed up paints.
I’m freaking the hell out about what to do…
… and I feel a tingling touch between my legs…
My eyes pop open and I smile.
I look down and see Colver’s huge fingers sliding their way between my legs.
He goes right for my clit and it wakes me up better than a cup of coffee could ever do.
I feel his body get closer to mine.
I allow myself one shivering breath of doubt about my body and that’s it.
There are curves in places I’ve never had before.
My body is shapely. Just shapes everywhere.
My boobs are gigantic. And they have officially started to get a little wet at times.
My stomach… I mean, yes, I’m pregnant. Very much pregnant.
The thing that gets me though…
My hips feel huge. Like they’ve rounded out three times their size.
Not to mention my legs, thighs, calves…
Abrielle!
I groan loudly.
Colver slides a finger into me and I groan again.
“Good morning, kitten,” Colver growls.
I gently rock my hips and smile. “Good morning to you…”
His cock thickens, hardens. He swells against my back, showing me his size.
Not that I need a reminder of Colver’s size.
I reach down and touch his wrist. “No more touching, Colver.”
“What?” he growls.
I turn my head and look at him.
Those sexy, evil eyes of his.
Torturous eyes.
“Fuck me, Colver,” I whisper. “Fuck me slow and gentle.”
He grits his teeth and gives me a slight smirk.
He touches my inner leg as I open for him.
Moving slow and gentle - just like I asked - he nestles himself between my legs.
His thick, hard cock, greeting itself to me.
Its own version of a good morning kiss . A hard thrust, entering me, then stopping.
Colver kisses the back of my shoulder.
I’m already breathing heavy. It feels so good already.
Colver’s left hand follows the curves - new and old - up my body and he grabs for my boob. It’s heavy. Really heavy. I get why women have back issues with pregnancy and other things. Between my stomach and my boobs, I feel hunched forward, desperate for a sense of relief.
But I’m getting relieved right now.
Colver squeezes my boob.
He presses himself forward, sliding deep into me.
He knows how I like it in the morning.
Slow. Soft. Gentle.
The two of us groaning at one another.
Stealing a kiss here and there.
He’ll move over on top of me while I’m on my side.
A total power move, leaving me feeling so vulnerable yet sexy.
He’ll flirt with my boobs. He’ll suckle gently on my nipples.
We’ll kiss over and over.
I’ll come.
He’ll come.
And the best part…?
On mornings like these, where we have nothing to do, we just keep going.
Colver Caspian is my savior, my lover, the father of my unborn child.
I trust him with my life.
I always have in a way.
And I always will.
He’s all I’ve ever wanted.
All I’ve ever really needed.
And he’s here. He’s mine.
Colver grunts as he thrusts deeper.
I cry out and smile.
Oh… fuck yes… he’s all mine…
(A NOTE TO THE READER)
Daisy Anabelle Caspian was born at three-thirty-three in the morning on a Saturday.
It came after her father played a game just hours earlier, where he scored two goals and got into a fight.
Abrielle went into labor just after one in the morning.
She woke up and walked to the nursery and just somehow knew this was it.
Colver drove her to the hospital and on the way her water broke all over Colver’s front seat.
Colver made a joke about Abrielle squirting and Abrielle punched him in the arm, then called him an asshole.
She called him an asshole at least two dozen times during labor and while pushing.
When Daisy came out and Colver cut the cord, he started to cry.
He then made everyone in the hospital swear on their lives nobody would say a word.
Shortly after, the entire hockey team showed up to celebrate.
As did Jess, with coffee and baked goods.
It was also the moment when Jess got to meet Michael in person, where the two began to work out a deal where Jess would sell her coffee and baked goods to the corporate office for the hockey team, with the hopes of expanding into selling her stuff in the arena.
That was the favor Colver had in mind for Jess for what she did for Abrielle.
Everyone but Faust held little Daisy.
Dax vowed to hurt anyone who wronged Daisy.
Ben brought cigars, but nobody smoked them.
Rhett teared up a little but said it was just allergies ( even though he has no allergies ).
Turner held Daisy for a few seconds and then passed her back off to Colver and Abrielle. He then made everyone leave the room so Colver and Abrielle could have some alone time as a family.
It was only nine in the morning by then, but it felt like a week since Abrielle went into labor. As long as everything went well, they’d leave the hospital tomorrow.
Daisy Anabelle Caspian has her father’s nose, her mother’s lips, and was as perfect as you could imagine.
As for Colver and Abrielle, they took turns kissing their daughter’s soft, newborn head and took turns kissing each other.
All Colver could think about now was marrying Abrielle.
All Abrielle could think about now was watching Colver as a father, taking care of their daughter.
And the little, new life between them let out her first real cry.
Time may have kept going forward, but Colver, Abrielle, and Daisy…
… they enjoyed being stuck together with a feeling of forever.