Epilogue Part One
ISOBEL
Boston
Adrian proposed again at the end of the summer, and this time I said yes without hesitation.
The man deserved a medal for putting up with me some days, but he had his moments as well. Like when he met my parents for the first time when they’d been in Boston to meet their granddaughter when she turned 6 months old, and he told them that if they couldn’t accept their daughter or ours that they could fuck right off back to Iowa. I agreed with him a thousand percent, but I was afraid it’d be the thing that finally severed my relationship with my parents.
Thankfully, my father had been impressed by his protective streak and was not offended. My mother tried to hold a grudge, but he won her over too with how dedicated he was to Finley. It would have been nice if they’d attempted to meet her sooner, but their behavior wasn’t something I could—or wanted to—control. I wouldn’t keep them from their grandchild, but I wasn’t letting them make me feel guilty for my choices any longer.
Garrett and I had still been meeting weekly, but I’d finally let go of the past and started to enjoy my present. Baby steps had gotten me to a place where I felt healthier asking for help and giving myself grace when I needed it.
Finley was getting huge, no longer the tiny fragile baby who was born a month early, and now topping out the growth charts. She’d started talking too, and of course, her first word had been ‘Dada’, closely followed by ‘shit’, but neither of us was taking credit for that one. At least it hadn’t been Dickhead.
She was walking now too, which was fun since she seemed to have a well-developed sense of adventure—meaning she liked to randomly run off in public to make adults catch her.
“You ready?” Adrian asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind. His hand settled on my stomach, and I tried not to let the butterflies overwhelm me. Or send me to the bathroom again.
“I thought you weren’t supposed to see me until later?”
“You’re not in your dress yet, and we’ve got the next thirty minutes alone. Are you saying you want me to leave?”
I was in that awkward transitional phase where I was a combination of terribly nauseous and horny. We hadn’t told anyone we were pregnant again, but my growing midsection was going to clue people in as soon as I wore something other than high-waisted skirts and dresses to work. There was only so much I could do to conceal the two little people who’d surprised us with their appearance a few months ago.
“I literally just threw up three minutes ago.”
“And you brushed your teeth and used mouthwash. I don’t see what the problem is here. Are you saying you don’t want me to make you come before I’m kicked out of this room? It’d add to that whole blushing bride look.”
“You’re terrible.”
“And you’re gorgeous.” His hands started to slowly draw up the flowy sundress I’d tossed on earlier when Hutch had come to retrieve his niece so we could get ready for the wedding.
“Are you still going to be this attracted to me once I’m not pregnant again? You seem to have a bit of a pregnancy fetish,” I laughed as his fingers slid underneath my panties, slowly pressing inside me.
“Are you forgetting how you keep getting pregnant? Pretty sure I just can’t keep my hands off you, period. ”
We hadn’t planned this pregnancy, but birth control failures seemed on brand for our relationship. This time it hadn’t been a vanishing IUD. Instead, we’d had an acute case of food poisoning that had apparently rendered my birth control pills ineffective.
“Well, enjoy the next few months without condoms, because until you take care of things on your end, admittance is denied. We’re not risking ending up with more than three.” I would be forty by the end of the year, and there was no way we would be trying to handle a toddler and twin babies without ensuring we wouldn’t have any more surprise additions.
“Nothing like talk of my balls getting snipped to turn me on, babe,” he laughed, pressing his erection into me from behind.
“Doesn’t seem to have had much of an effect.”
“That’s because I’m imagining fucking your tits. Have you seen them lately?”
“You’re such a romantic. Did you put that in your vows?”
“Yup,” he whispered into my neck. “Right next to the part about expecting anal on my birthday.”
“Good luck with that one. Although you seemed to enjoy it when I shoved that vibrator up your ass when I was pregnant with Fin.”
“I thought we agreed not to talk about that.”
“You told Hutch,” I laughed. “Pretty sure he’s gonna be teasing you about that until the day you die.”
“Can we not talk about my brother when I’m trying to get in your pants?”
Humming, I pressed his fingers into me harder. “I guess.”
Adrian growled, his teeth nipping my throat as he tugged my panties down. “Take off this dress and put your palms on the dresser so I can remind you who this pussy belongs to. We’ll see if you’re still thinking about anyone but me when my cum is running down your leg underneath your wedding dress.”
“Maybe I should reconsider that fantasy I used to have... ”
“Don’t test me, Isobel, or I’ll make sure you’re so turned on you can’t focus on the officiant and are desperate to get me alone so I can finish you off.”
“Have you been reading the manuscripts on my computer again?” I laughed as I braced myself against the dresser, watching his reflection in the mirror while he angrily ripped off his clothing.
He stepped in close, his warm chest pressing against my back, his cock sliding between my legs. “This is all me, babe. Now push that ass out so I can make you scream my name before we need to get ready. You’re going to be my wife the next time I fuck you.”