Epilogue
VIPER
The Honeymoon
Stepping off the plane I already know this is going to be a test of my control when the men roaming about, have to do a double take to get a second look at my pregnant wife.
Even at twenty-three weeks pregnant she’s the sexiest woman around.
Clenching my fist, I follow behind her as she hurries over to the welcoming committee that has come to give out complimentary leis and flowers to all the tourists.
“Kierra!” I shout when she hugs the man after he places a flowered halo on top of her head. Jesus, does she want me to kill every motherfucker on this island before we even get a chance to take in the sights?
“What? What’s wrong?” she asks, looking around like I’m not talking directly to her. Shaking my head, I grab her hand and lead her into the resort so we can check in and figure out which hut on the water is ours.
“This place is nice,” I tell her looking around at how fancy everything seems to be. This doesn’t seem like the kind of place Riddick should know about. That man has been my friend for a long fucking time but it seems, he’s still very much a mystery.
“It really is,” Kierra says distractedly as she looks at all the brochures of sights, attractions, and things to do on the island while I check us in.
It takes a few minutes to get all the necessary paperwork signed and our key.
Once I have everything taken care of, I wrap my arm around her shoulders, and we follow the concierge out to our home for the next few days.
I must admit, the setup here is really nice, and the accommodations are top-notch.
“I can’t wait to get out of these clothes and into a bathing suit. I’m cooking from being fat and pregnant, babe,” she whines, fanning her flushed cheeks, and even the man pushing our luggage looks over his shoulder at her like she’s nuts.
“You ain’t fat, woman. You’re pregnant with my kid and you’re still sexy as fuck. I don’t want to hear you say that shit again, or I’ll spank your ass.”
“You always say that like it’s a threat.
Newsflash, hubby. It’s not.” She rolls her eyes and makes me laugh.
I’m certain I have laughed more since meeting Kierra than I have in probably my whole life.
From the chuckle coming from in front of us, I’m not the only one who finds her smart-ass mouth entertaining.
“Gonna put that smart mouth of yours to better use real fucking soon, baby,” I whisper into her ear, making her squeal when I squeeze her ass.
“Oh, daddy. I love it when you talk dirty to me,” she says entirely too loud considering our audience, but I’m liking this daddy thing.
“Draven look!” she shouts pointing out toward the water. Following her finger, I can see the dolphins jumping out of the water in the distance.
“I see,” I tell her. Looking around, I notice that there don’t seem to be any other guests on this side of the resort. That, I plan to take full advantage of.
“This will be your accommodations while you’re here. I’ll leave this cart and come back in a few hours to retrieve it. Enjoy your stay, folks,” our concierge says before promptly taking his leave.
“Let me unlock this door and carry you inside. Going to do this right,” I state, moving around her and doing just as I said.
“I’m too big for you to be picking up, Draven.”
“Fuck no you ain’t. You’re perfect, now hush woman,” I snarl, turning back around and lifting her into my arms so that I can carry her across the threshold.
“Wow. This place is insane. We’re going to have to find something extra special to take home for Riddick.
He went way above the mark on this present,” Kierra gushes as she swings her head from one end of the room to the other, taking in all the details.
I agree, this honeymoon suite is very impressive but that’s not what my mind is on.
I have been waiting to get my wife alone for hours, and I’m done being patient about it.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I watch intently as Kierra begins stripping out of her sundress. Before she can start searching for her bikini, I growl, “Stop what you’re doing and come here.” She halts her search in our suitcase and looks over her shoulder with a grin.
“Need something, babe?” she asks, turning to face me.
The sight before me is spectacular. I never could have imagined that this is the feeling I would get, knowing that my baby is growing in her belly.
It’s more than that though, Kierra is everything I had wanted before I became jaded so many years ago.
She’s slowly etched away the brick-and-mortar around my heart, and I couldn’t imagine this life without her being center stage.
“You,” I tell her, crooking my finger, beckoning her to come closer while opening my legs for her to step between when she does.
Sliding my hands up the back of her thighs, over her ass, and resting at the small of her back.
I relish the feel of her satiny skin beneath my roughened palms. As her hands sift through my hair, I lean forward and place a kiss on her rounded belly.
Closing my eyes, I thank the man upstairs for making me see what was right in front of me before I destroyed it beyond repair.
My wife was made for me, there is no doubt about it.
My chest tightens when I think about how I almost fucked it up and lost everything.
“You have me.” She pulls my hair to tilt my head back before crashing her lips onto mine. I let her lead as long as I can before taking over and pulling her to straddle my lap. She quickly unbuttons my jeans, almost unmanning me as she pulls me free and slams down on my hardened cock.
“Fuck,” I groan, watching in awe as she throws her head back and rides me, taking what she needs.
She’s so goddamn beautiful with her hair falling down her back, the slender line of her neck, parted lips, and her eyes closed in bliss.
I grit my teeth trying to hold back the orgasm that is threatening to erupt.
Sliding my hand around her hip, I strum her clit, demanding, “get there!”
“So close,” she moans as I surge my hips upward and smack her ass, feeling a flood as her pussy locks around me.
She screams out my name as we both cum long and hard.
Panting and shaking, Kierra falls forward, wrapping her arms around my neck as she tries to regulate her breathing.
Ever since the first trimester ended, she’s been in a constant state of arousal, then needs a snack and a nap afterward.
Wrapping my arms around her tightly, I stand and take us to the shower to get cleaned up, already knowing that my next mission will be to go in search of snacks before her cat nap.
For the next five days, we bask in the sun, explore the island, and enjoy the local cuisine.
At night, we take in the nightlife and make love under the light of the moon and the soundtrack of the ocean.
Kierra pouts when it’s time to head home, not ready to leave yet, but she’s just as ready to see Nash so I don’t have any trouble getting her onto the plane.
Three Months Later
“Draven! Wake up!” I jolt when Kierra violently shakes me awake, and the panic in her voice has me jumping out of bed. Looking around for what has put her in distress and finding nothing, I turn back and find her sitting up in bed surrounded by a puddle of wetness.
“What’s wrong? Shit! Did your water break?” I ask, beginning to panic because all of a sudden, I don’t feel as ready as I thought I was to bring our son into the world.
“Yeah. I need a shower and a change of clothes.” She’s panting through what I can only guess is a contraction. She’s lost her fucking mind. She is in labor and wants a damn shower.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I ask, then feel bad when she cries out from another contraction. Taking a deep breath, I try again to reason with her. “Kierra, we don’t have time for you to take a shower. Your contractions are coming too fast, baby.”
“I’m scared,” she whimpers as tears gather on her lashes.
Grabbing one of her maternity dresses from the drawer, I move back over to the bed and reach for her hand to help her up.
“Nothing to be scared about. Come on, let’s get you changed and go have us a baby.
What do you say?” I know if I start to panic, she’s going to panic too, so I’m trying my damnedest to keep my shit together.
Once she’s on her feet, I pull her nightgown over her head and get her into a dry dress.
After sliding her sandals onto her feet, I grab the go bags by the door and lead her out to the Suburban that I purchased a few weeks ago.
Twenty-eight minutes later, we’re walking into the ER, and at this point, I’m internally freaking the fuck out.
On the way here Kierra was talking on the phone to G about mucus plugs and all kinds of other nasty shit that I’m starting to be concerned about.
She must have noticed the look on my face in the truck because she just laughed like this shit is some kind of funny joke that I’m not in on.
Once I inform the nurse that my wife is in labor, things kick into high gear as Kierra is wheeled up to labor and delivery and settled into a room.
Dr. Sloan is called in when the contractions start coming fast and furious.
Kierra is absolutely miserable when the anesthesiologist finally shows up to give her the epidural to help with the pain.
We were honestly starting to think she wouldn’t get it in time to deliver.
Not even five minutes later, Dr. Sloan comes into our room announcing it’s time to bring our son into the world. The nurses jump into action getting everything set up on the other side of the room as another nurse and I grab onto Kierra’s legs to help get her into position to push.
“Okay, Kierra. Here comes a big one. I want you to bear down and push when I say.” When he tells her to push, I can feel myself holding my breath as she pushes for all she’s worth.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” I encourage her, trying to be supportive as I take the cool cloth and wipe the sweat off her brow.
“We’re never doing this again,” she groans as another contraction hits her, and she begins to push again.
“Okay,” I lie even though I decided weeks ago that I’m going to knock her up again as soon as I can. I want a house full of kids if possible.
“The head is out,” Dr. Sloan says, and I make the mistake of looking down and feel queasy when I see my son’s bloody crown between Kierra’s legs. “One more good, hard push Kierra and he’s out. Ready?” he asks.
Kierra bares down one more time, and the sound of my son screaming his displeasure at being naked in the chilled room is music to my ears.
I don’t care that everyone in the room is witnessing the tears in my eyes.
My son is here, and he’s healthy. I feel conflicted when they take my boy to the other side of the room to get him cleaned up.
Every instinct in me feels torn between wanting to be next to my wife and watching over my son.
Thankfully it’s only minutes before he’s brought back over to us, swaddled in a blue hospital blanket, and placed into Kierra’s arms.
“Xavier,” I whisper, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling my family into my arms. “You did so fucking good, momma. Look at him, so strong and healthy. You did that. Thank you, Kierra,” I rasp, feeling beyond blessed for the gift my wife has given me.
“We did good,” she sobs, grabbing my shirt and pulling me in for a quick kiss.
“Yeah, we did,” I sigh as I thank the Lord above for both of them coming through this in perfect health.
Six Weeks Later
Hearing Xavier’s cry, I quickly hop up and go into his nursery in hopes of getting him to settle back down.
Since coming home from the hospital, we have found a good routine that seems to work out perfectly for us all.
Watching my wife take care of my son and everyone else, too, has been eye-opening.
There is something about watching as Kierra takes care of my son and nourishes him with her body that does it for me.
She is an amazing mother and having a partner to do this with is completely opposite of my first experience.
It’s been over six weeks though, and I want my wife back. I love my son, but I don’t want to share her with him at this moment in time. I want complete access with no interruptions. Selfish? Yeah, I know but it’s been a long six weeks and my wife is sexy as fuck.
“Xavier, son. I need you to go back to sleep, buddy. You’re cockblocking and it goes against the code, man,” I tell him, rocking him gently as his eyes begin to droop again.
“You can’t say that to our baby,” Kierra whispers from behind me, giggling. Turning around to look at her, I’m convinced she’s trying to kill me. She’s dressed in a red nightie with her mile-long legs and perfect tits on display.
“You shouldn’t be wearing that in front of him either, yet here we are,” I scold her, looking her up and down, and then back to my son who has finally fallen back asleep.
Gently, I lay him back into his crib and turn, prowling towards my wife who takes off running toward our room.
Perfect! Stalking behind her I quietly close the door and slide off my cut, placing it on the back of the door.
“Hurry,” she pants, biting her lip as she watches me strip down.
“Woman! Don’t rush me,” I growl, but do as she asked and pounce once I’m within reach.
I spend the rest of the night worshiping the goddess who took a chance on an outlaw like me and feeling thankful that I’ll spend the rest of my life vexed by her power over me but secretly loving every minute of it.
THE END…