Epilogue
EPILOGUE
BLAIR
7 YEARS LATER
With a trembling hand, I look down at the pregnancy test. The bright blue plus sign stares back at me and goosebumps appear along my arms and legs. Ripping open another box, I take two more tests and wait for the results.
Three tests. All positive.
Holy shit.
How do I tell him?
The array of plus signs makes me think about how we got here. After my first year at Blackwood , I decided it was best for me to come back home and finish my studies here. With Emmett being in his senior year, after graduation, he had insisted on following me back to New York .
I wasn’t surprised. Following me is what Emmett does best. The obsessive stalker in him never did go away. Saying yes to him was surprisingly one of the easiest decisions I’ve ever made. Emmett had built us a house with enough space for a small studio in the back, similar to the one he had built for Sera at his childhood home.
He had gone back to school here in New York and studied art education. After selling James’s businesses and assets, Emmett opened up his own art program, as an outlet for kids and teens to escape the pressures of the world and get lost in creativity. Whether it was an extra-curricular or something they wanted to seriously pursue, he was there, supporting them.
It was wonderful to see him in a leadership role, with children nonetheless. For so long, I was used to this moody, gloomy, murderous version of him, that I never truly saw his artistic side. Painting a house in blood is not necessarily the same thing as creating a piece of art with watercolors and acrylics.
The first few years of Painted Pathways did so wonderful in North Dakota , that he decided to open up a second location here in New York . Sera stayed back in Devil’s Lake to oversee that location, while Emmett and I built up our lives on the east coast. We visit each other frequently and our mothers get along wonderfully. The sense of family fills my heart with a warmth that was missing for a long time after my father’s passing.
Bub’s Grubs took off after Emmett purchased and renovated it. The marketing he did for the restaurant drove so many new customers to us, that we had to start accepting reservations. To think my dad’s dream as a young man would truly turn i nto a legacy this great leaves me speechless and forever thankful to the man who changed my life for the better.
Stepping out back, I head to the studio. I walk carefully, trying to remain silent and unnoticed. Pausing in the doorway, I look inside as Emmett sits with our daughter, Elodie , on his lap, holding her as she wildly hits the canvas with a paintbrush.
She smiles up at him as her matching dimple indents. My heart threatens to break through its confines as I watch them. He leans down and kisses her head while she squeals and claps her paint-covered hands together. I watch them for a few more minutes before turning around and heading back inside.
A soft smile curves my lips as I walk, deciding to tell him about our newest addition later this week.
EMMETT
As I peer down at a pair of forest green eyes that look so much like mine, I see them begin to glisten as liquid drips from the lashes. Her little lip begins to wobble, and I do the only logical thing, I panic.
“ Oh no. No , no, no.” A loud wail fills the air and shreds my heart as Elodie lets out a loud screech.
“ Shhh ,” I coo, reaching under her chubby arms and lifting her up from her seat. Her little hands grab at me as I tuck her small body into my chest and pepper kisses over her chubby, wet cheeks.
“ Don't cry, little one. It's okay, daddy’s got you.” I whisper while rockin g her back and forth. She grips the front of my shirt while shoving her face into my neck.
She hiccups as her cries settle down. That is the last time I will try to feed her anything green. Never fucking again. I keep placing gentle kisses on her cheeks while rocking side to side.
I didn’t think there was room in my heart for more than Blair . That was until she fell pregnant again. Watching her grow swollen with my child made me rock hard every damn day.
When Elodie has calmed down and her big green eyes begin to close, I start walking upstairs to put her down for a nap. Entering her room, I place her into her crib as she mumbles and curls up. I almost want to pat myself on the back for averting the crisis that was Elodie’s tired tantrum a few moments ago.
“ Way to go, Big Daddy Emmett ,” I whisper to myself. Usually , Blair’s home to help with our daughter but she needed to go check on some stuff for the restaurant.
I hear the front door open downstairs just as I'm leaving Elodie’s room. My heart jumps at the knowledge that my little obsession is home. Coming down the stairs, I spot her dropping her bag off on the counter as she pulls her heels from her feet.
“ Hi , little obsession,” I say, while walking towards her. Before she can respond, I'm pressing my lips to hers, earning me one of her soft moans. I pull back slightly and nip at her lip before grabbing the champagne I had stashed for tonight.
I don't know if Blair remembers, but today is her seven-year anniversary of owning the restaurant. She watches me as I twi st the cork and pop it. Grabbing two glasses from a nearby cabinet, I pull her into the kitchen and pour us each a glass.
“ Congratulations on seven years of ownership baby, I'm so proud of you,” I tell her while filling her glass.
She clears her throat so I look at her. She's nibbling on her bottom lip, a dead giveaway that she has something to say. I place the bottle down and look at her.
“ What is it?” She bites down a little harder than before. I press my thumb to it and pull her lip from her teeth. I open my mouth to ask her again when she blurts out the words that freeze me in my tracks.
“ I'm pregnant.”
The news causes my heart to pound. I fear my ribs might crack and my heart might break free with its force. Love is like a small drop in an ocean of emotions, in comparison to how I feel about her.
“ What ?” I ask her breathlessly and in disbelief.
She walks over to her purse and pulls out a small, black-and-white paper. Walking over to me, she places it on the counter and slides it over.
It’s a sonogram. I skim the snapshot, looking for her gestation date. She’s six weeks along. I see the tiny little bean and my eyes widen even more.
Instantly , I am rock hard at the thought of her swollen belly and breasts once again. I wasn’t sure I’d see her like that again so soon, but I have no complaints whatsoever.
I'm gripping her waist and lifting her onto the kitchen island before she can protest. Stepping in between her legs, the little skirt she has on rises up and bunches around her hips. I grab a near by knife and bring it to the collar of her shirt. The gasp that falls from her lips is like music to my ears.
“ Don’t worry baby, I would never hurt you. I do enjoy the spark of fear in your pretty eyes, though.”
I lean forward and nip at her neck while she runs her nails down my scalp, letting out a soft sigh. I start to cut down her shirt, exposing her breasts and torso to me. My cock aches for her as I stare at her body. So fucking perfect. All fucking mine. I run my hands over her skin, pausing at her breasts to massage them and tug on a nipple.
Dropping my pants, my cock springs free, the piercings down my shaft glint from the light above us. Turns out the one piercing was a hit. Blair loved it. It was so good, that I have a full Jacob's Ladder now. One piercing for every inch. Running my hand down my shaft, I look at the pretty wet pussy on display for me.
“ I've barely touched you and you're already making a mess all over the countertop. Such a dirty girl you are, little obsession.” I step back in between her thighs and grip her nape, bringing her mouth to mine. Our lips mold together perfectly. I shove my tongue into her mouth, demanding entrance immediately.
I press my fingers against her clit and rub circles on the little nub. I swallow down every one of her moans and gasps as I keep a steady pace on her clit. She reaches up and pinches her nipple, while I continue to play with her, a gasp falling from her lips that I effectively seal with my own.
Removing my mouth from hers, I trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck, being sure to stop and bite the pounding vein in her throat. When I reach her breasts, I bite the side and suck the fle sh into my mouth, leaving my mark. I kiss around her nipple as she arches her back, pushing her breasts further into my face.
“ So needy, Blair . Do you want me to suck on them? Ask nicely and I will.” I chuckle while still kissing the surrounding skin.
“ Emmett ,” she whines, and my cock jerks against my abdomen. I draw out lazy circles on her clit while I try to entice the pretty begging from her “ Please . Please suck on my breasts, please-” Before she finishes her sentence, I'm wrapping my mouth around her nipple.
Swirling my tongue around the hardened point, I take my hand from her nape and grip the whole mound, squeezing the flesh into my mouth. They’ve gotten bigger since our first child, and I've loved exploring her body’s changes. She lets out breathy moans above me while running her fingers through my hair and pulling me closer.
I release her breast with a pop and look up at her hooded eyes.
“ You sound so fucking beautiful when you beg for me. I want to hear more.” I lean back while removing my hand from her clit. I grip her waist and yank her closer to the edge of the counter. Her body sliding easily with the wetness pooling under her.
With a punishing grip on her waist, I use my free hand to notch my cock at her entrance. I push in until the tip has made it inside and stop, looking up at her. She tries to wiggle her hips to pull me deeper but with my hand still on her waist, I hold her still.
“ Beg , little obsession. Beg for every single inch like the good girl I know you are.” Whimpers fall from her lips as she continues wiggling.
“ Please . Please give me more, please.” I push in a little further, the first of ten piercings going inside of her. She gasps and grips my arms.
“ Keep begging, baby. Beg me to fill up your tight little pussy.” I slowly pull out and rock back in, until she opens her mouth once more.
“ Please . Please , please, fill me up, I want to feel you inside of me.” I push further in, going to the fourth piercing.
“ Fuck . So fucking tight. You can take it baby, can’t you?” Her response is an incoherent moan and her hips push forward. “ Yeah , you can take it.” I thrust deeper inside her, getting to the eighth piercing. “ Fuck , look at you. Taking a piercing for every inch. You want all ten, baby? You want to feel them all in your greedy cunt?”
She starts nodding her head quickly while pleas tumble out of her mouth. “ Please . Please , please, please!” I shove the last few inches inside and lean forward to bite her neck.
“ Fuck !” The curse is breathy and she starts rocking her hips, urging me to move.
“ So greedy, baby.” I pull back out then slam forward, burying all ten piercings inside her tight heat. “ Look at you all full of me, taking every fucking inch like the obedient little slut you are. So goddamn perfect.” I grunt while I draw my hips back, watching as every barbell leaves her. She moans and trembles as they rub against her.
“ Always such a good girl for me.” I pump my hips harder, making sure to bottom out and fill her with every thrust. She clings to me as I ram into her. I lean forward and catch one of her breasts with my teeth. Sucking on the flesh, I keep the pace of my hips steady. It doesn't take long before she's gripping me tighter and her legs start to shake.
She throws her head back while I suck her nipple into my mouth. She lets out a breathy moan as her walls start to clamp down on me.
“ Fuck ,” I mumble around her nipple. Her spasming pussy makes it impossible to not cum, so I do. I push my hips forward and notch myself deep in her pussy, letting my cum coat her insides.
Bringing my lips to hers, I swallow down her moans as the remnants of her orgasm run through her.
“ That’s it. Let me fill up your greedy cunt. So fucking perfect. All fucking mine, forever.” I growl. Pulling out of her, I tuck myself away while scooping up my leaking cum and pushing it back inside. She rolls her eyes at me before letting me help her off the counter. Setting her body down, I cage her in with my arms on both sides of her as her back presses against the counter.
“ I’m already pregnant, is that really necessary?” She asks with a laugh.
“ Yes , yes it is,” I say and press a kiss to her temple before leaning back and brushing the hair out of her face to peer into those brown eyes that captured my heart the moment they looked into my own.
“ I love you, Blair .”
Smiling up at me, she says those five words I’ll never get tired of hearing. “ I love you too, Emmett .”
Years have passed, and my obsession for her has only grown stronger. Away is the monster that lived in my heart for so long. The seed that my little obsession has dug and planted into my soul has been watered with love and desire. She turned my withering roots into a full garden, where every day is idyllic and peaceful.
Finally , we are set free from those pretty little fears.
THE END