Epilogue
Rosie
Seven Years Later
“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful,” Caleb murmured into my ear. I sighed happily.
“Mmm,” I moaned, loving the way his hard, naked body felt behind me.
I shifted, curling my ass against his hard length.
“Morning. Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice scratchy from sleep and hoarse from the activities from the previous night.
His lips touched my shoulder and slowly started their descent to my neck.
“Fuck, you smell incredible,” he groaned, making me giggle.
“Mmm, you mean like sweat?” I joked and loved the deep sound of his chuckles vibrating against my overly sensitized skin.
“Sweat and you and me,” he rumbled. “I like knowing you’re wearing me.”
“Hmm,” I moaned before turning around to face him.
His hair was a lot lighter now thanks to the twins and me, more salt than pepper now.
The laugh lines at his eyes were deeper but somehow even more intriguing.
His body was still as strong as when we’d first met.
Not only was his job physical, but he liked to say that our twin girls kept him running.
“I have the most handsome daddy.” I admired him while my hand cupped his scruffy face.
“Fuck,” he cursed in that sexy tone of his that let me know he was trying to keep some kind of control. I loved it.
I felt his dick twitch against my round belly and had to bite away a whimper. I was a little sore from last night. Ember and Asher had offered to take our twin girls for a sleepover, and we had jumped on it, offering to watch their kids the next weekend.
It had been a hot minute since we’d had the house to ourselves, so we’d been a little voracious.
“I’ve missed mornings like this,” I admitted. His eyes softened.
“Me too. We should set up sleepovers more often,” he murmured, kissing the tip of my fingers.
“We should,” I whispered back before kissing him.
“Baby girl,” he warned. “I took you hard last night.” His palm on my belly stroked up and down. “You okay?”
“I’m good.” I smiled. “Just a little sore.”
“Hmm…. Sore, huh?” He sat up. My eyes moved down from his face, taking in his neck, chest, and abs.
Fuck, my husband was hot. “Get on your back, baby girl,” he ordered, and I obeyed as gracefully as I could six months pregnant.
When I did, he shocked the hell out of me.
I thought I knew what he was going to do, but when he brought a bottle of lotion out and started to rub my feet and then legs as if he had all the time in the world, I felt like I could melt right then and there.
Life was good. Better than good, it’d been bliss.
Not that we hadn’t had our share of highs and lows.
That was inevitable. Life happened, and you just had to keep moving.
After Caleb busted through the speed dating event and picked me up and carried me off like we were at the end of our own romcom, the media outlets caught wind of our relationship, and it went viral.
I had worried a private guy like Caleb wouldn’t like that, but he’d simply held me in his arms and shrugged, saying.
“It’s good. This way, everyone in the world knows the most beautiful woman on the planet is taken and she’s mine.
” That had made me fall even harder for him.
Not even three days after that, I met his daughter and fell in love with Cassie just as quickly as I’d fallen in love with Caleb.
His sister had quickly become a close friend, and even his ex was great to hang out with.
My mom, on the other hand, had worried I was jumping into something because I was at a certain age, ready to settle.
But that quickly changed the more she saw how Caleb was with me and vice versa.
Almost a year after meeting to the date, we got married. Right by the lake while helicopters hovered above us trying to get a snapshot of our big day. We had our first dance in the exact spot where we’d danced in the rain and had fallen in love.
That night, after he made love to me in our honeymoon suite, I shared the news that we were expecting. Two months later, we were surprised with the news that we were not only having one but two baby girls. Caleb had smiled brightly, saying it was his lot in life to be surrounded by beautiful women.
I’d wanted a big family, and Caleb had been ready to give me that.
But twins were something I had never planned on and had been a lot more to handle than I could have imagined.
Together, we’d agreed to take a moment before expanding our family.
We might have been waiting a little longer if it had been up to us, but life had other plans, and six months ago, we found out we were expecting again.
And the two of us couldn’t have been happier.
“How’s that?” Caleb asked, working the muscles. “Still sore?”
“Hmm,” I moaned. “A little.” I whimpered. The problem was no longer my limbs but between my legs. I wanted my husband so badly. I pressed my thighs together for relief, something Daddy didn’t miss.
“Show me where it hurts, baby.” Wetness pooled between my legs. My hands slid down my belly and between my legs. “Fucking hell. Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured. “Daddy’s going to make it feel all better.”
And good god, did he ever!