Epilogue
Two Years Later
Brooke
Staring at the stick on the counter is giving me anxiety.
I’ve been trying to get pregnant for a while now and every month, this stupid piece of plastic says negative.
I’m frustrated and Gabe knows it.
After being married for a year, we discussed having a child. He was completely on board with the idea, and we’ve been trying ever since.
Our first year together was wonderful. We had the normal growing pains all couples do, but we worked through them.
He’s as protective and attentive as he was in the beginning. He always puts my needs first and ensures my happiness. Just when I think it’s impossible to love him any more than I already do, he proves me wrong.
The first few months, I didn’t let the negative tests bother me. After stopping birth control and entering my thirties, I didn’t expect to get pregnant right away. After six months, I was getting worried and made an appointment with my gynecologist.
She diagnosed me with polycystic ovarian syndrome.
I was stunned at first, but things started to make sense.
My menstrual cycles have always been irregular, and I still have problems with acne from time to time.
I carry some extra weight around my middle, even though I exercise.
My hormones are all over the place sometimes, which makes me emotional.
I blamed all my symptoms on the birth control, but in reality, it was PCOS.
She told me it wasn’t impossible to get pregnant, but I may need some help. Gabe was supportive through it all, helping me come to terms with everything.
She prescribed medication to help with ovulation, but nothing happened. We tried a second medication.
Nothing.
At my last visit, she recommended in vitro fertilization. She also explained with IVF, having twins or triplets is an increased possibility.
Gabe and I talked about it, and he said he supports whatever I decide to do.
Glancing at the pregnancy test, it’s negative. My heart sinks, and I dread telling him the same news I’ve told him the past twelve months.
Staring into the mirror, my eyes lock with Willow. I know she feels my sadness when she comes to sit beside me, nudging my hand with her wet nose.
The day after he proposed, Gabe brought home a beautiful Golden Retriever puppy. He asked what kind of dog I wanted. I told him I didn’t care as long as she was big and cuddly.
I cried like a baby when he brought her through the door, and she’s been my shadow ever since. She follows me everywhere and that’s why she’s currently in the bathroom with me. Bending down, I rub her ears, kissing her on the top of her head.
“Come on, girl. Let’s tell Daddy we’ll have to try again next month.” She wags her tail at the mention of her daddy.
Opening the bathroom door, he’s waiting for me on the other side. Willow takes off through the house, hunting a toy, I’m sure.
Shaking my head, he opens his arms, ready to share my pain. I’m not crying like I usually do. I think I’ve reached the point of numbness from months of disappointment.
“Baby, it’s going to be okay. I don’t like seeing you like this.” He strokes my hair, kissing my temple.
“Gabe, I don’t think I can get pregnant. I’m so sorry.” Burying my face in his chest, I can’t bring myself to look at him.
Gripping my arms, he pushes me back a step, gazing into my eyes. “Fuck no. We’re not doing this. Who says having children defines our happily ever after? Would I like to have a baby? Yes. At the expense of your well-being? Absolutely fucking not.”
His determined expression holds an intensity I know all too well. He wants me happy, no matter the sacrifice.
“I don’t want you to resent me.” The truth comes out as a whisper, weak and defeated.
“The only thing I could ever resent you for is letting this come between us. We wanted a child, but if we can’t have one, then so be it.
Nothing in this world is more important to me than you.
” His eyes soften and I know he’s not trying to make me feel better.
He’s telling me the truth and I fucking love him for it.
“I don’t want to do IVF. I don’t think I could handle more than one baby, and the risk is high. Maybe we could find a surrogate?”
He’s already shaking his head. “No. My cum is only for you. Either we’re both biological parents or neither of us are.”
Grinning at his words, I offer an alternative. “We could adopt. There are so many children that need a loving home.”
He finally smiles, the tension in the room fading. “That, my beautiful wife, is an idea I can agree with.”
Pulling me into his arms, the beat of his heart soothes me. “I love you, Gabriel. You always put me first, but I want you to be happy, too. I need you to know I care about your needs as much as you do mine.”
He leans back, gazing into my eyes. “As long as I have you, I’m happy. You’ll always come first because you’re my heart and soul, baby girl. Without you, I’m nothing.”
Kissing me softly, my body comes alive under his touch.
Moaning into his mouth, he whispers against my lips. “Since you care about my needs, why don’t you get on your knees for your loving husband.”
Grinning against his lips, I all but throw myself to the floor. I love doing this for him. Rarely does he have to ask because I love sucking my husband’s cock.
Unbuttoning his pants, I slide them down his thighs, along with his briefs. His long, thick cock springs free and I lick my lips as my pussy weeps for him.
Licking the pre-cum from the tip, he groans as I take him into my mouth.
“You’re such a good fucking girl. Always doing what I ask.” Burying his fingers in my hair, he’s about to give me what I really want.
Moaning around his cock, his fingers tighten, holding my head in place.
He pushes deeper, filling my throat until tears leak from my eyes. “Fuck. Your mouth will be the death of me. You’re so beautiful like this.”
Humming at his praise, he groans, his eyes closing momentarily. Hollowing my cheeks, I increase the suction causing his hips to jerk.
His eyes snap open and they’re dark with desire as he rips his cock from my mouth. Gripping my arms, he lifts me from the floor, throwing me onto the bed as if I weigh nothing.
“Get those fucking clothes off, now.” Doing as I’m told; my eyes roam his body shamelessly as he undresses.
Gripping my thighs, he spreads them wide, diving into my pussy like a man starved. Whimpering as he devours me, my inner walls clench, begging to be filled.
“I need your cock. Please!” Desperation beats through me as my body aches for him.
He groans, giving me one last lick before climbing onto the bed. He pulls me to the center of the mattress, flipping me onto my stomach. Anticipation of what’s to come has me panting like I ran a marathon.
“I’ll never get enough of you. Ass up, face down. Show me my pussy.”
Oh God.
His filthy words have always turned me on.
Resting my chest and face on the bed, I lift my lower half, spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go.
“Good girl. Look how wet you are for me.” Sliding one finger through my arousal, he growls. “All mine. Only mine.”
“Gabriel, please!” I beg, grinding myself against him.
“I love how you beg for me, but there’s no need, baby. This cock is yours.” On the last word, he plunges inside me, ripping a scream from my throat.
“That’s right. Scream for me, angel. Let everyone know who you belong to.”
There’s nothing gentle about this. He’s fucking me like he owns me, and I love it. I’ll be Gabriel’s girl until I take my last breath on this earth.
He slams into me, pushing me up the mattress. Lifting my arms, I brace my hands against the headboard.
His cock rubs my g-spot with every stroke and an orgasm starts building. “Don’t stop! Right there!”
“That’s it. Choke my cock.”
Clenching around him, I sob as a wave of release shoots through my body, squirting all over him.
“Fuck, I’m drenched. I need to feel that again.” His hoarse words send a shiver down my spine as he slams into me.
I’m already building again, still trembling from the last orgasm. I yelp in surprise as he pulls out, flipping me onto my back. He thrusts inside me again, cocooning himself around me.
Crashing his lips to mine, he kisses me passionately. “Rub your clit while I ruin your little pussy.”
Sliding my hand down my stomach, I circle my clit, whimpering as I match my pace with his.
“That’s it, baby. Faster. I want you to flood this damn bed.”
His words trigger a tsunami inside my core. I scream, my eyes rolling back in my head. My inner walls clamp down around him, pulling a groan from his chest. Arching my back, my nails dig into his skin as my nerve endings pulse with shocks of pleasure.
He thrusts into me two more times before he stills, emptying himself inside me. Holding him tightly, he buries his face in my neck, kissing my sensitive skin.
After a while, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him. He cradles me against his chest, his arms protectively wrapped around me. We’re still connected and there’s something comforting about having him inside me like this.
“I want to stay like this forever.” He whispers, running his fingers through my hair.
“We would have to eat, eventually.”
He shakes his head, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. “I only need you to survive.”
“Gabe.” Tears blur my vision, and I still can’t believe he’s mine.
He grins, wiping the tears away gently. “So, you really want to adopt?”
I answer honestly. “You make me happy, Gabe. If it’s just the two of us for the rest of our lives, I’ll be grateful.
I would like to have a child, whether from being pregnant or adopting.
I’ve always wanted children and if it’s possible, I’d like to adopt.
We have a lot of love between us, and it would be amazing to share it with a little one who needs it. ”
Groaning, he flips me onto my back, his blue eyes staring into mine.
“I love you more than anything. You have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known.
We’ll adopt, angel. Any child would be lucky to have you as a mother.
I’ll call my lawyer tomorrow and see how to start the process.
” He kisses me softly, holding my face in his palms.
I can’t help but giggle with excitement. “Oh my God. We’re really going to do this!”
His eyes soften, and I take the opportunity to tell him just how much he means to me. “I love you, Gabriel. Thank you for being the man you are. Before you, my life was empty and lonely. You’ve loved me in a way I didn’t know existed. You’ve given me a life of love, safety and happiness.”
His eyes darken and he exhales deeply. “Don’t thank me for loving you. It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done. From the moment I saw you, you became my life. You’re my girl and you always will be.”
He kisses me deeply, my body igniting once again. “Now, be a good girl and spread those thighs. Your husband is starving.”