Epilogue
Bailey
“Can you move it two inches to the left?” I asked.
Noah shifted the frame over, holding it high above his head.
“Whoops. One inch back to the right?”
“Anddd just a centimeter or two down?”
“I’m getting an odd sense of déjà vu here,” he muttered. “Bailey, baby, I love you, but if I have to adjust this frame again, I’m never hanging anything up for you ever again.”
“I just want it to be perfect,” I moaned.
The entire Whitaker crew was coming over for dinner tonight, and it would be my first time hosting since I moved in with Noah.
“They’ve seen the house hundreds of times already.”
“Right, but not with my womanly touch added to the place.”
He grumbled about my “womanly touch” and the endless stream of house projects we’d been working on. He feigned grumpiness, but I knew he loved the thrifted frames and throw blankets I had scattered across the house.
Every time I came home after work, the space felt more like “us,” and my chest tightened in the best way possible with that feeling of belonging.
Noah finished centering the framed photo of us in front of my new office space, aptly called “Memorable Moments by Bailey.” It took three months to get my business off the ground.
Every decision was mine, and I wanted to handle it with care, so I was extremely deliberate about both the layout of my space and the clients I took on.
It was my own cozy corner of Bexley, and I couldn’t have been prouder of it.
Noah tugged me close, placing a kiss on my forehead and allowing himself a quick squeeze of my ass.
“Everyone loves you. I’m not sure why you’re so nervous.”
I sighed, knowing Noah wouldn’t think it was silly.
“I really want to make the Whitaker name proud. When people visit Bexley, they know you by your last name, and while I’m anxious to get rid of Collins, I’m equally nervous about the weight of being a Whitaker.”
I glanced down at my left hand, my sparkly engagement ring that I still drooled over, sitting proudly on my ring finger. Noah glanced down as well, threading our hands together and pressing them to his mouth for a kiss.
“You’ve been a Whitaker since the moment you got here. Legally changing your last name won’t have any impact on that,” he said. “The house looks incredible. I’d let you paint the outside pink if you really wanted to, but I love every change you’ve made.”
He kissed down my neck, before taking a look at his watch.
“No one will be over for at least another hour.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“That’s plenty of time to devour my wife,” he said, scooping me over his shoulder.
A laugh rang out of me. “I’m not your wife for two more months,” I exclaimed.
“Semantics.”
Noah - 2 Years Later
I woke up to the feeling of kisses being trailed down my neck and my wife’s pregnant belly pressed into my side. A slow smile slid across my face, and I turned over to see Bailey’s gorgeous face highlighted by early morning rays of pink and purple as the sun peeked through our blinds.
I thought that seeing Bailey at the end of the aisle would be the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, but watching her grow our child was quite candidly the hottest fucking thing I had ever witnessed.
Her curves had only become smoother and more pronounced, and if I died being smothered by her tits, then I’d die an extremely happy man.
She was already naked, courtesy of getting overheated while she slept, and she slipped a hand underneath the covers to stroke my balls.
“Oh? Is that the kind of morning my wife needs?” I asked.
I made sure she was comfortably rolled onto her side before lifting her leg over my thigh and stroking from her back to her ass.
“What can I say? Pregnancy hormones are a fickle thing, and I never quite know when raging horniness is going to hit me.”
I leaned my face close to hers, rubbing my nose gently back and forth against hers.
“Feel free to attack me anytime the urge hits, peaches.”
I lifted her chin and kissed her, molding my lips against hers as my morning wood quickly turned into a full-blown erection. I leaned down to admire her tits and groaned.
“Christ, baby. You have the most gorgeous tits,” I said as I rubbed my face between the two of them.
Her nipples had become more prominent during pregnancy, perked up and hard nearly 24/7, and I was but a simple man who could not keep his mouth off of them.
I wrapped my lips around her left nipple, gently sucking, while my right hand plucked the other.
“Oh—oh, fuck that feels so good.”
“You’re so sensitive now, I could probably make you come just by sucking on your pretty nipples, couldn’t I?”
I sucked harder, applying gentle pressure with my teeth, while she chanted my name over and over again. She gripped my shoulders, rubbing her soaked pussy against my thigh, and I paused to reposition us before she got uncomfortable.
I sat us up, leaning against the pillows and spreading my legs so that she could recline against my chest between them.
It allowed her to relax and gave me unhindered access to some of my favorite parts of her.
She rested her head back against my shoulder and spread her legs, a clear invitation to touch her soaked center.
I snaked my hand down to rub over her belly before finding her swollen clit.
“Noah, I’m not going to last long.”
“That’s okay, baby. I don’t want you to.”
I rubbed her clit in continuous circles, all while kneading her tit and sloppily sucking and licking every inch of her neck that my mouth could reach.
“My beautiful wife deserves to come, doesn’t she?”
Bailey nodded, eyes squeezed shut, and teeth digging into her bottom lip.
“So come for me. Soak my hand right now,” I said while pinching her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, grinding her hips against my hand as she rode out her orgasm. I continued to stroke her through it, rubbing around her clit and folds, dipping my index finger inside her.
“Baby, baby, I’m so sensitive.”
“Shhh, let me work you through it,” I murmured, pushing her hair over one shoulder and sucking on that soft patch of skin behind her ear. I eased my teasing, caressing her thighs and then back up to her belly, holding it in my hands.
“Are you feeling okay?” I asked.
“Never been better. Lean back so I can ride you.”
Who was I to deny my pregnant wife what she wanted?
I shifted us so I was on my back and Bailey could swing her leg over me.
If it weren’t frowned upon, I’d take an image of Bailey swollen and round, bouncing on my cock, and make it the home screen of my phone.
I’d never get any work done, but who gave a shit?
She sank down onto me, the length of my cock disappearing under her belly, and she whimpered as she reached the base. I held my hands on her hips, rocking her back and forth as her tits swayed and her thighs squeezed around me.
“Look at my gorgeous wife. Makes me want to come so fucking deep inside of you and get you pregnant all over again.”
Her pussy clenched around me, and I shifted my hands to her ass as she placed her palms on my chest and started to bounce.
“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“Mhm,” she agreed, leaving arousal all over the base of my cock every time she dropped down.
I smacked her ass once, twice, before holding her hips and jackhammering up into her.
“Come on, mama. Take every inch of this cock and every drop of my cum.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “I love you so much.”
I pistoned my hips faster, shoving in as far as I could go.
“You feel like home, baby. Rub your clit up against me and come again.”
She rocked harder, and I smacked her ass with my other hand.
“And do it now, Bailey.”
Her thighs squeezed, her breath escaping her, and for a moment, I was concerned we were going to bring on labor-inducing contractions with how intense her orgasm was. I jerked my hips up into hers three more times before coming inside of her.
“Fuck, I love you,” I groaned, lifting her off of me and gently placing her worn-out body against the pillows. I spread her legs and leaned between them, scooping up any cum that dripped out of her and gently pushing it back inside.
I looked up at her. “Just practicing for the second baby, you know?”
She threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing around the room and cementing itself in my heart as my favorite sound. This was it. This was everything I had ever wanted.
“Hi, peaches, what’s going on?”
Bailey was at her office despite my begging her to start working from home, and I was finishing up my paternity plan so the inn could keep running without me.
“Hi, baby,” she responded, although her voice had an odd tone to it.
I grabbed my keys, already heading toward the back exit.
“Bailey, talk to me.”
“My water broke,” she whispered.
I froze standing next to my car as my keys fell and hit the pavement. Grant had seen my hasty exit and wandered out, heading my way and plucking my phone out of my hands.
“Hey, Bails, it’s Grant.”
She must have told him the same thing she told me because his jaw dropped, and he grabbed my keys off the ground.
“I’ve got him now, we’re heading your way. DON’T MOVE,” he shouted. “Noah, get your ass in the car. You’re about to become a dad.”
Grant must have never hung up the phone because I could hear Bailey’s laugh echo out of the speaker.
I was going to be a dad.
The drive to Bailey’s office took approximately four minutes, which was exactly how much time I had to lose my shit before I needed to stay calm for her. Grant shoved me into the passenger seat and whipped out of the inn’s lot.
“Man, are you so pumped? I can’t believe I get to become an uncle. I’m going to give them so much candy—”
“What if I’m not cut out for this?” I asked softly.
“What do you mean? This baby is the only thing you’ve talked about for the past nine months. Trust me, I would know,” he grumbled.
“We didn’t have anyone around to show us how to be a dad, Grant. We don’t exactly have a shining example to look up to.”
“And we don’t need one. We have Ma. We have each other, and you’re going to love the shit out of him or her. There’s no doubt in my mind.”
I steadied my breathing as we turned the corner onto Bexley Main.
“Now go get your wife and kid,” he said.
“You are never touching me again,” Bailey shouted.
The nurse gave me a quick glance.
“She didn’t mean that,” she said.
“YES, I DID,” Bailey responded.
Bailey was squeezing the life out of my hand, but I didn’t dare complain—not when we were this close to meeting our baby. I moved damp curls off her forehead and knelt down close to her ear.
“You’re doing amazing, peaches. Just a couple more pushes and they’ll be here. Our baby,” I said.
“Your contraction’s coming. Get ready to give me another big push, Bailey,” the nurse said.
Bailey released a guttural scream, gripping my hand with all of her strength, as she delivered our baby. I heard an immediate cry and looked to the nurse, tears in my eyes.
“Congratulations! You have a beautiful baby girl.”
Nothing would beat the view of watching my wife hold our newborn baby girl.
I never could have imagined this would be my life all those years ago when a girl with chocolate curls walked into our bar, but damn, was I happy that she did.
I smoothed my hand down her back, so incredibly proud and in awe of my wife.
“You did it,” I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then our daughter’s.
“We did it,” she sighed back.
THE END