Epilogue
Declan
One Month Later
“Fucking hell,” I growl as I thrust my hips against my wife’s ass.
She’s bent over the running washing machine, and I wrap one of my hands around the front of her neck and pull her so her back is flush with my front. My other hand cradles her baby bump where our daughter is safe and sound.
Yes, daughter. We found out two days ago that we were having a girl, and I couldn’t be more excited. I never thought of myself as a girl dad, well, I never thought of myself as a dad in general, but now that we’re having another girl, I want a full house of mini Penny’s.
“Declan,” Penny whimpers, “I’m going to come again.”
I move my cock in and out of her wet heat a few more times and then pull away completely, turning her around and setting her on top of the washer.
Her hands find my hair, and she pulls my mouth against hers as I enter her pussy in one go.
I’ll never get tired of this, our explosive chemistry.
If you had told me a year ago that I would be married, in the process of adopting my stepdaughter, and with a baby on the way, I would have told you to go fuck yourself.
But here I am, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My life feels complete now, having a family I never dreamed of, and I can’t imagine a life without Penny or Autumn in it.
I’ll forever be grateful to my dating app pen pal for showing me the kind of love I never thought was attainable.
“You’re such a good little slut,” I whisper against her lips.
She moans into my mouth and tangles her tongue with mine.
I reach between us and find her bundle of nerves, working her into a frenzy. “Oh shit,” she breathes, starting to shake.
She’s on the verge of her third orgasm today, and I’m ready to explode inside of her.
“Come on, Penny. You can do it. Be a good wife and soak your husband's cock.”
She rips her mouth away from mine, and her head falls back. The orgasm overtakes her as her pussy squeezes the life out of my dick, and I come instantly, coating the inside of her pussy.
She’s still shaking as I slow my thrusts, and even though I’m not finished coming, I drop to my knees, spreading her legs apart. I push two fingers inside of her and suck on her clit so she can ride out the last remnants of her release on my face and hand.
“Oh my God. I’m still coming. Or I’m coming again,” she moans as her fingers tangle in my hair, and she pulls me against her pussy.
Her pregnancy has made her extra horny, and any chance we get, we go at it.
If I thought Penny was perfect before pregnancy, it has nothing on the way I feel about her now, rounded with my child.
I finally understand why some men keep their wives pregnant for decades.
Because the thought of knocking her up again right after she gives birth makes me feral.
Her baby bump is so fucking sexy, and I knew the first time we had sex, when I thought about her pregnant with Autumn, I was a fucking goner.
“Okay, okay, okay,” she says as the tremors slow down, and she pushes me away. “There’s a chance I might die by orgasm.”
I stand up and lick my lips. “But what a good way to go,” I tell her and slant my mouth over hers, letting her taste herself.
I grab her hips and lift her off the washing machine. “I have something for you. Let’s get dressed.”
I’ve been hiding a surprise for Penny since we started moving our things into the new house. She let me designate a room for my art, until we fill it with another child at least, and it was a feat trying to hide all of my work from her.
Once we’re both dressed, I grab her hand and pull her through the house and up the stairs.
“You’re going to let me see the studio, aren’t you?” she asks, excitement evident on her face.
I nod my head and smile. “I am.”
We head down the hall, and I stop at the last room on the right.
My heart rate accelerates because I’m nervous about what she’s about to see.
She might end up thinking I’m a stalker who conned her into falling in love with me after she walks through the door, but I’m willing to take that chance since she’s bound to me for the rest of her life anyway.
I turn the doorknob and let her enter first.
Jordan hosted Penny and Autumn last night so I could set this room up without Penny knowing.
The room has my hide-a-bed, drafting table, two side tables, and a chair.
Every flat surface in the room is covered in vases of sunflowers, and my artwork is either hung up or stacked against the walls.
Two white gauzy curtains frame the bay window, and the light that’s shining through makes the room feel like it’s bathed in a soft glow.
This is what Kate had helped me with all those months ago. A real proposal. I almost lost it on her at the zoo when she brought up the subject to Penny. But I wanted the moment to be perfect when I asked Penny to marry me again because she deserves the world.
“Oh my God,” Penny says as she looks around the room. It’s a lot to take in, and I hope she doesn’t have a heart attack on the spot or go into early labor.
She walks up to the first drawing and reaches out to lightly graze her fingertips over the edges. “It’s me,” she whispers in awe.
I come up behind her and wrap my hands around her waist, cradling her stomach. “I know.”
She cranes her neck around to look up at me. “They’re all of me and Autumn and you.”
My lips tilt upward. “I know.”
“When did you do all of these?” She turns her head back around and steps out of my grasp, moving to the next drawing.
There are easily a dozen drawings of her, Autumn, and all three of us. Each one I drew by memory.
“I started the first one the same day I met you in person,” I tell her honestly.
That first time I saw her in the coffee shop was the catalyst for my obsession with drawing my muse.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, and I think I knew in that moment I was always going to be with her.
Her gaze captures mine, and a tear slides down her face. “These are so beautiful, Declan.”
I grab her hand and walk her over to the drafting table. The wedding ring I placed on her finger the night we got married in Vegas is sitting next to a drawing I did of her cradling a baby in a field of flowers, with Autumn sitting next to her while holding the baby’s hand.
I pick up the yellow diamond and look at Penny, who has a steady stream of tears running down her cheeks.
“My entire world is in this one picture,” I tell her, “I should have put this ring back on your finger months ago, but I wanted to do this right. I know you know that I asked your parents for your hand in marriage, and that’s because I want to have another wedding with you.
I want both of our daughters to be there when your dad walks you down the aisle, and I want our friends and family to see how much I love you and our children.
You’re not just my best friend, Penny, you’re my soulmate.
And I promise to give you whatever you want in life so as long as you stay my wife. So, will you marry me… again?”
Her head is nodding before I finish, and I slip the diamond onto her finger. “I can’t wait to marry you again,” she whispers, smiling wide.
I cradle her head in my hands, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Me too, baby.”
The End