Epilogue
STONE
Vanna groans beside me on the couch as I knead my thumb into the arch of her foot.
“Stop making those noises, Van. I’m about to cum myself.” I whine.
“I’d like to see that.”
I snort, “I’m sure you would. You love to torture me.”
Lowering her foot from my lap, she crawls across the cushions and straddles me. Her swollen belly rests against my own, and I bring my palms down to caress her. Slowly, she peels her camisole off, tossing it to the floor.
“It’s only a few short days before we’ll never be alone again.”
“Well, you better take advantage of that.” I warn her.
She’s been insufferably needy this last month, but I can’t complain. Not as she hurriedly unbuttons my shirt and yanks it down my shoulders.
Wrapping my arms around her, I unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts. They’re just as swollen as her belly, the point of her nipples begging me to bite them. Closing my mouth around one, she cries out, gyrating her hips.
With rough, eager movements, she grinds down on my cock, teasing it until I’m painfully hard. Releasing her from my mouth, I lie her back on the couch and wrangle her shorts down her legs along with my own.
Lowering between her thighs, I swipe my tongue along her center. She moans softly as I continue upward toward her clit. Flicking and circling, I massage her until she’s fisting my hair in her hands.
She bucks her hips up into my face, suffocating me to her, and I cherish the silent demand. Slipping a finger into her pussy, she gasps. I work her until she’s gushing all over my hand.
“Come here.” I tell her, helping her sit up. “Come sit on daddy’s lap.”
A shiver courses through her, and she rolls her eyes.
“You’re not a daddy, yet.” She reminds me.
I pull her by her hips and bring her down on me. My cock parts her, spreading her open. I watch in awe as her head falls back, that black hair hitting the crack of her ass. The lavender streaks have faded into a lighter violet, but whatever color it is, it’s still my favorite.
I palm her breasts, tweaking her nipples as her thighs work tirelessly to fuck me. I watch her lift up and come barreling down. The sight of her using me to drive her pleasure is intoxicating.
She drops forward, grabbing onto the back of the couch to gain more leverage in her movements. With my hands now on her hips, I help her.
When she’s entirely out of breath, I push myself to stand, taking her with me. Vanna wraps her legs around my waist and presses her body into mine as I carry her over to our room. Laying her against the bed, I ease out of her.
“I have something I think you might like.” I tell her, throwing my closet door open and grabbing a box.
Her eyes widen at the vibrating anal plug, and her thighs part just a bit wider. I fling each one of her legs over my shoulder and massage her ass with lube until it’s slick. Then, press the tip of the plug at her entrance.
She groans as I continue to push, twisting and easing its way inside of her. It’s been a while since her ass has been stretched. Her hand finds its way to her clit, and she sighs at the pleasure contrasted by the sting.
“That’s it, open up for me.”
Slowly, the plug is swallowed whole until the little gem is the only thing peeking out. I rub it, moving it around inside of her and she gasps.
When she’s nearly panting, I shove myself back inside of her impossibly tight pussy. I can feel the vibrations as I thrust in and out of her.
“You love it, don’t you? Tell me you love when I play with your ass.”
She swallows, her hazel eyes glowing with ecstasy. It’s then that her body quivers and the walls of her pussy squeeze me until I’m spending myself inside of her.
I ease the toy from her ass and help her into the shower, lathering her from head to toe. There she melts and I chuckle to myself.
“What’s so funny?” She asks, her eyes closed as I massage her scalp.
“I just can’t help thinking about the first time we met.
I remember asking myself, how the hell am I going to make you love me?
You were so angry all the time, just constantly ready to tear me a new one, but look at you now.
So soft and pliable beneath my fingers, pregnant with my baby, and bound to me forever. ”
She scoffs, then sighs. “Yeah. You’re not wrong. I had a lot of pent-up hatred in my heart before you came along Stone, and you’ve helped heal me.”
When I finish rinsing her, I wash myself and then dry both of us off. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself, but there’s nothing better than doing it for her. It makes me feel whole inside as I ease her into her silk pajamas and brush her hair.
As we’re climbing into bed, Vanna winces. Her hand comes down onto her stomach and her eyes pinch shut.
“Is it go time, Darkness?” I ask, one knee on the bed and my other leg out.
She takes a few deep breaths, then shakes her head.
“No, no. Just some cramps.”
I frown but continue climbing in under the sheets. Shutting off the light, I turn to her and kiss her forehead.
“I love you, Vanna.”
“I love you too, Stone.”
When my eyes fly open, the room is still dark. Rolling over, I find the space next to me empty.
“Vanna?” I call out, throwing the covers to the floor.
I hear a low groan and fling the bathroom door open. There she is - her elbows resting on the vanity countertop and her head between her shoulders.
She’s inhaling slowly, filling her lungs before blowing the breath out and rocking from side to side.
“Jesus, are you okay?” I ask, brushing her hair back from her face.
She’s soaked, sweat coating her entire forehead and dampening her black strands. She shakes her head and cries out, gasping and tense.
I dig my thumbs into her lower back, trying to ease some of the pain, but it doesn’t seem to help much.
“I think it’s time.” I tell her. “Can you walk?”
She nods, straightening herself in my hold. Just as we’re ready to leave, a gush of water splashes against the floor, bathing our feet.
“Fuck.” She pants, clutching her belly.
“It’s okay.” I tell her, rushing into the room to get her a fresh pair of clothes.
With slow movements, she redresses while I clean up the mess. Then we snag our to-go bag and head for my car.
At the hospital, a nurse arrives with a wheelchair and ushers us through to a room. With the contractions so close together, she’s sure the baby will be coming soon. It’s not long before the Doctor is telling her it’s too late for an epidural and that our baby will be coming any minute now.
Vanna clings to me, her grip excruciatingly tight as she screams in pain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She bellows as the doctor orders her to place her feet into the stirrups.
I help her lift each leg as she tries to breathe through each contraction.
“Okay, Vanna, it’s time to push. I want you to-”
Before the doctor can finish his sentence, she’s already trying to evict our baby. Her wail echoes in the room followed by encouraging sentiments.
“That’s good. One more.” He nods.
I lower my head to hers and kiss her.
“You’re the strongest person I know, Darkness. This pain is only temporary.” I whisper in her ear.
She nods and pushes again, the doctor murmuring more praise.
“We have a head. Now, one last push and we should have a baby.” He says.
And she complies. Her body seizing and contracting as she fights with all her strength to deliver. A loud grunt slips from her as the baby is yanked from her body.
I caress her forehead, “You did it, Darkness. You fucking did it.”
She smiles and tries to catch her breath as the doctor places our baby against her chest.
“Meet your daughter.”
My mind whirls at the sight. My wife, holding our daughter. It’s a sight that I can’t entirely wrap my head around. In all my life, I never thought I would cherish a moment so heavily, but here I am... here we are.
Her little cries fill my ears, and Vanna’s mouth curls up into a warm grin.
“Ella.” She whispers. “Ella Rae Carter.”
My chest aches fiercely at the raw emotion I feel right now.
The doctor finishes with Vanna, while the nurses take Ella for testing. During this time, I call my parents and text our friends. Though, they’re all eager to get here, I ask them to wait because I desperately want time alone with our little family of three.
An hour later, we’re moved into a recovery room, and I let Vanna sleep while I cradle my newborn. She’s so soft and fragile, just the smallest little thing in my arms. It’s crazy to me that the two of us can make something so precious.
Ella looks like Vanna, but she also looks like me and in time, I’m eager to see who she favors more. But regardless of her dark hair or her little nose that once looked a lot like mine, I see my sister. Just a beautiful and innocent soul. One I intend to protect with my entire life.
The sound of Vanna’s groan forces me to look up.
“What’s wrong?”
“I hate to admit this, but I’ve never found you more attractive in my life. Being a dad looks so fucking good on you. I’m afraid for myself.”
I snort, “Good to know because we’re just getting start-”
“Knock, knock!”
The door to the room creeks open and Daphne’s face peeks through before she’s inviting herself inside. Following behind her is Jace with Noah.
Daphne comes right for me with open hands and a feral smile.
“Jesus woman.” I grumble but hand Ella over.
She gasps, spinning to find Jace. “Look what we did.”
“You?!” Vanna scoffs. “Please! I did all the work.”
“But we take full credit and responsibility for getting you two together. Without us, this little bundle of perfection wouldn’t exist. Isn’t that right?” She coos at my daughter.
Jace shakes his head and sets Noah down next to me before reaching an arm across Daph’s shoulders.
I watch our friends adore our creation, and I knew way back then that in this moment, we wouldn’t be talking about the fake engagement or the lies or the very clear lines I crossed to make this happen.
No, the only thing that matters now is that it’s here… she’s here and I’m still desperately in love with her mother.
“Noah, do you want to see the baby?” Jace asks his son.
Now, a spitting image of him, he stretches out his hands and reaches for Ella.
Carefully, Daphne places her in his arms, still holding onto her. She lies on his lap, asleep and bundled in her little blanket cocoon.
Noah giggles and gives her a kiss to her forehead, and we all audible voice our adoration.
“Might have to watch out for these two.” I mutter, joking, but perhaps not.
Only time will tell.