Epilogue
Jonas
One of my favorite things to do is to sneak away from the ranch early and surprise my beautiful wife. We’ve been married for seven months, but I feel like we just had the ceremony yesterday.
Our lives meld together perfectly unless I leave the toilet seat up. She’s not happy about that when she discovers it in the middle of the night. And I’ve heard my full name a lot when that happens.
The door of the flower shop opens and the love of my life steps out onto the sidewalk. Her face lights up when she sees me leaning against my truck. “Hey, baby. Want to ride a cowboy?”
She comes to stand beside me, crossing her arms and leaning against the truck as well. “I don’t think you’re going to be up for that.”
I stop smiling. “What happened?”
She takes my hand and runs her fingers across the back of it. “Because I took a test today and the results shocked me.”
I frown. “What test are you studying for?”
“Kids.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I took a pregnancy test and it says we’re going to have one.”
“Wh—you’re…we’re…”
She nods.
“Hell, yeah!” I lift her and spin her around. Then I kiss her soundly because I don’t have any more words to describe how I feel. Having this woman love me is a miracle and knowing that we’re going to have a baby is another one.
“I know we haven’t talked about timing when it comes to growing our family,” she begins to say after I set her down.
“We were for-NI-cating like rabbits, honey. Our family was bound to grow sooner rather than later.”
She bites one side of her lower lip. “Are you worried about it?”
I shake my head. “No. Because I have a great example of how to raise kids thanks to my folks. I was older when I came to them, but I turned out fantastic.”
She laughs. “You did.”
I help her into the truck. “I’ll take you out to dinner.”
“I’d rather go home,” she says.
It hits me then that this is the reason she’s been so tired lately and grumpier than usual about the toilet seat. The demands pregnancy puts on her body physical must be draining.
I climb into the truck. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”
“Notice what? It’s not like I’m showing.”
“I mean I noticed you’ve been grouchy.”
She shoots me a sideways glance.
And I realize that probably wasn’t the right thing to say. “I mean worn out.”
“That’s what I thought you meant,” she says.
One thing about Melody is she doesn’t hold onto things. If something bothers her, she’ll air it out and then it’s done. She never brings it up again. Which is a good thing for me because I probably screw up more than anyone.
I hate that about myself and wish I didn’t say or do head-up-my-ass things but even then Melody looks at me like I’m her hero. Like I’m the greatest man in the world and that makes me want to do better and try to be the best man I possibly can.
Once we’re home, Melody goes to the bedroom to take a nap, and I start putting together dinner. I’m good at grilling meat and for the last couple of weeks, she’s craved steak.
I want to call my family and tell them about the baby, but I’ll wait until Melody and I can do it together.
Later, after dinner, we’re relaxing on the sofa watching a show and I say, “I can prove you wrong.”
“About what?”
“Earlier today you said you didn’t I was going to be up for that.” I glance down at my cock.
She laughs and teases, “Honey, I have a headache.”
I scoop her up. “I’ll bring you medicine.”
She fake pouts. “I’m hungry.”
“I’ll let you snack on me.”
She loops her arms around my neck. “Have I told you how happy I am with you?”
“All the time. Oh, Jonas…right there…yesssss…”
She swats my arm, then says, “Are you really happy that we’re pregnant this soon?”
I set her by the bed. “Very.” I put my hand over her stomach and look into her eyes. “Happiness is my life story since I found you.”
“You mean after you stopped hating me.”
“I told you I never hated you.”
“When?”
“When I told you I always wanted to do you.”
“You did not say that.”
“I always wanted to do you,” I say with a straight face.
“I swear, cowboy. What am I going to do with you?”
“Let me show you.”
She laughs again. “Every day you always make me laugh so much.”
I cup myself. “Big dick, big sense of humor.”
She starts undressing. “You enjoy making me laugh?”
“I enjoy making you come.” I lower her gently to the bed. “And if what I’m going to do to you makes you laugh, then I suck at this.”
“I swear, Jonas,” she chuckles. “I can’t get serious if you don’t stop.”
I get serious and show my wife how serious I am about her as I make love to her. I’ll never stop being amazed by her or by the life we’re building together.
After we’re both satisfied and curled up together, we join hands and rest them on her stomach.
“Do you know what I want to do?”
“Me. The answer is always me.”
She jabs me in the ribs. Then rests her head on my chest. “I want to have a lot of kids. I want to watch them grow up and then watch their kids grow up.”
“The key to living a long life is having plenty of sex.”
“Then we’re going to be immortal,” she says.
“Doing my wife and loving her for an eternity? That’d be fine with me.”
“Me, too, my cowboy night. Me, too.”
“No, no. I was your cowboy night when I said I wanted to do you. Now, I’m your cowboy forever. Get your facts straight.” I kiss the top of her hair. “And here’s another fact. I love you and will always be your cowboy.”
“My cowboy,” she murmurs sleepily. “That’s perfect.”
She’s what’s perfect. This woman in my arms. My lover. My wife. My home.