Epilogue
Eight and a half months later…
“What’s this one, baby?” I ask as I pick up a hors d'oeuvre from the dish by my side. She’s spent all afternoon cooking various treats, practicing what she’s been learning at school. I close my eyes as I pop it in my mouth, savoring the flavor almost as much as I savor the taste of her cunt.
She’s almost ready to pop, her big pregnant belly crushed right now against the kitchen wall as I fuck her from behind, her panties torn to the side so hard I think I’m going to have to buy her some new ones.
That’s fine by me.
Since Luca and I took over Florida, things have been going from good to better. We had to kick out some local thugs who thought innocent civilians were their personal piggybank, we’ve cleaned up a few neighborhoods and made sure everyone knows who’s boss.
Protection money and gun running bring in enough cash that we don’t need to expand any further right now, and Tony Marchetti is fucking delirious with the size of the kickbacks he’s been getting.
As for Susan, well… I left her to Tony.
Sure, she talked shit about Sammi, but at the end of the day she’s my girl’s mother, and we’ll always have that. I decided it was best if I didn’t try to deal with her myself, because if I had, I might have done something I would later regret.
Tony’s guys had words with her, and whatever those words were, they were enough to get her to back down. We’ve barely heard from her since, and maybe one day she’ll want back into her little girl’s life.
If that day comes, I’ll have some conditions, but until then I’m happy to let sleeping dogs lie.
Sammi mumbles. “Daddy, please…”
“Please what, baby?”
“I think… I think your giant Daddy cock might have burst my water…”
Oh.
Shit.
I look down, and sure enough what I thought was her natural pussy juice is definitely not. She’s fucking having my baby, right fucking now.
“Jesus, baby,” I say, fucking her a little more because I can’t help myself. She giggles as she feels me moving, then sighs with relief when I pull out. “We better get you to the hospital.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know if there’s going to be time.”
I grab her hand and squeeze, pulling the dark hair back from her sweat-soaked face, and planting a kiss on her forehead.
“Daddy’s here, baby,” I reassure her, and I’m surprised to find I’m not panicking.
Whatever life throws our way, I know I can keep her safe. Sammi and our kids. With her by my side, there’s nothing I can’t face.
Our marriage might have begun unconventionally, but it’s real. I love her today more than I loved her yesterday, and I’ll love her even more tomorrow.
She’s my life. And she always will be.