Epilogue
BAILEY
T onight is the daddy-daughter dance at Charlie’s school. A year ago, I never would have thought that would be something Charlie would be able to go to. When she mentioned it at dinner a few weeks ago, Caleb was so excited to take her. He handed me his credit card that night and told me to get Charlie whatever dress she wanted. I tried to hand the card back, but he refused, insisting he wanted to treat her.
Once the dress was purchased and I tried to give him the credit card back, he told me to keep it. I’ve tried to sneak it into his wallet several times, but it always ends up back in mine. I think he’s been sneaking random cash into my wallet, too, because there have been times when I’ve known I didn’t have cash, only to open my wallet and find a twenty-dollar bill.
I help Charlie get ready for the dance, doing up her hair in a few French braids that looked like a crown on top of her head. When she comes downstairs to meet Caleb, who has a corsage for her, I swear I see a tear fall down his cheek.
We’ve settled back into our life since the incident. Charlie gets the occasional nightmare and climbs into bed with us. I’ve updated all the information at the school so that Derek can’t pick her up. Caleb and I are the primary contacts wi th Lily and Caleb’s mom being the emergency contacts. Derek is still in police custody, but we don’t know what he’ll do when he’s released.
I’m looking forward to my night in curled up in the chair in my little reading nook Caleb created for me while he and Charlie are at the dance. I’m currently reading a recommendation from Hannah. I had mentioned I was in a bit of a reading slump, so she recommended a mafia romance with a plus size FMC and an obsessed mafia man. I’m devouring it.
Needing a little break, I close my Kindle and head up into our bedroom to put away the laundry. Once everything is put in its spot, I make my way over to Caleb’s nightstand, opening the drawer and grabbing the familiar black velvet box before settling on the bed. Opening the lid, I stare at the beautiful ring inside.
A few weeks ago, I was looking for an extra phone charger, and Caleb said he had one in his nightstand. When I opened the drawer, I saw, sitting in the front corner, the ring box that was in his hoodie a few months ago. Now, every once in a while when he’s out of the house, I’ll open the box and just stare at it. It’s still surreal to think that after only two meetings with his mom, she gave him this ring to propose.
I know when we discussed it that night I came home to find him in the living room we decided we would wait, but now I’m wondering if I want to anymore. Caleb has only proven over and over he’s a man that can be trusted. That he will be there through thick and thin, supporting Charlie and me.
I tilt the box in my hand, looking at the ring at different angles, as the light hits the stone.
“You could take it out of the box.”
Caleb’s voice startles me. I close the box quickly and look up to see him leaning against the door frame, smirking at me.
“You’re home,” is all I mana ge to squeak out.
He nods. “I am.” He continues to watch me, not saying anything else.
My skin heats with embarrassment, and I squirm under his unwavering gaze.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
His brows furrow in confusion. “For?”
“Snooping and looking at the ring.”
His face relaxes, and he pushes off the door frame, closing the door and making his way to me before sitting on the bed in front of me. Reaching forward, he grabs the box from my hand and opens it, looking at the ring before placing it on my knee, facing me.
“Bails, there is no need to apologize. I’ve already told you this ring will belong to you one day. It’s just a matter of when you agree to marry me.” He reaches forward and tucks a piece of stray hair behind my ear. “We said when we’re both ready. I’m ready when you are,” he says as he leans forward and kisses my cheek.
I lean my head back and blink away the tears gathering behind my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I look at Caleb. “Yes,” I say, as a smile over takes my face.
He stares at me wide-eyed for a second, and then a matching grin spreads across his face. “Yes? Yes, you’ll marry me?” he asks, his voice unsure.
I nod vigorously. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Caleb Sutton.”
His hands come up to my face, and he kisses me deeply. Each kiss with Caleb is soul consuming. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together, each kiss feels like Caleb is burying himself into my soul so deeply that he’d take a piece of me with him if he were to leave.
When we break apart, he immediately finds the ring box and slides the engagement ring onto my finger. I stare at it, marvelled by how perfectly it fits. When I look at him again, his eyes are filled with hunger. He stands and wordlessly grabs my ankle and pulls me down the bed so I’m lying on my back.
“Charlie is asleep, so I’m going to have some fun with my fiancée,” he says.
His eyes drag over my body as his fingers find the waistband of my leggings and panties. He pulls them down in one fell swoop so I’m laid bare for him. He quickly pushes my shirt up my body, but leaves it wrapped around my wrists. I watch as he undoes the front clasp of my bra and my tits pop free. I’m surprised he even noticed it was a front clasp, but I guess nothing gets past him.
Caleb stands there staring at me for a minute, causing heat to rise in my body. I squirm. I watch as he leaves his position and moves around the bed to my nightstand. Opening the bottom drawer, I hear him grab something and then watch as he drops a vibrator and some lube on the bed.
My eyes widen, and a sexy smirk spreads across his face as he untucks his dress shirt from of his slacks and begins slowly undoing the buttons, exposing his hard chest with each button. I lick my lips to prevent myself from actually drooling as I watch him. I will never stop relishing in how sexy he is, or the fact that he’s chosen me.
When the last button is undone, he takes off the shirt, dropping it to the floor before he undoes his belt and slacks and drops those along with his boxer briefs. I moan at the sight of his erection popping free, and the chuckle that leaves Caleb has me instantly squirming for more. I’ve learned he likes taking his time to wind me up. I can’t complain, because when he does, the orgasms are mind blowing.
He slowly climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs as he drags his nose delicately over the inside of my right leg, nipping as he goes. I’m embarrassingly wet.
When he finally reaches the apex of my thighs and I feel his breath over my extremely sensitive clit, I moan.
“Please. ”
“So needy tonight, Bails.” He chuckles.
“For you, always.”
I look down my body, making eye contact with him as he holds my thighs open and his tongue darts out, tasting me. It’s his turn to groan. I watch as his eyes roll back, and I feel the blush in my cheeks deepen.
“Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he says before going back in.
He takes his time, using his tongue to explore and taste every part of me like it’s the first time. His hand holds my pelvis down as I squirm. He finally takes mercy on me, inserting a finger and massaging my G-spot, sending me over the edge. He doesn’t stop as I come.
His lips trail up my body until he reaches my breasts. He nips at my left nipple before salving the sting with his tongue and repeats it with the right one then moves to hover over me.
“What’s your safe word?”
I swallow, knowing this means tonight is going to be intense. Caleb always checks in with me to make sure he’s respecting my boundaries, so this question tells me we’re trying something new.
“Pineapple,” I say, licking my lips.
“Good girl.”
Sitting back on his heels, he grips my hips and flips me onto my stomach. His strength still amazes me, but he never uses it in a negative way or one that makes me feel unsafe.
He lifts my hips and reaches beside me. The click of the cap on the lube is my only warning before the cool liquid drips between my ass cheeks. He uses his thumb to gently massage my puckered hole, and I moan. The sensations are all new to me. His thumb gently breaches the ring of muscle as he slowly pumps it in and out of me.
When I begin rocking with the movements, he withdraws then adds a second finger. I stiffen at the new feeling of stretch ing.
“Relax, baby. I’ve got you,” he coos behind me. His words do their job, and he’s able to get both fingers inside me now.
The lid of the lube bottle clicks again as his fingers leave me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod, and when he doesn’t respond, I say, “Yes.”
The head of his cock presses there now, and I tighten, squeezing my ass cheeks together. I know how fucking big his cock is, he completely stretches my pussy. Imagining what he’ll do back there is unnerving.
“Bails, if you want me to stop, I will. If not, I will make sure we take this slowly and you’re ready for me. You have no idea how much I want to claim your perfect little ass.”
The head of his cock massages me again, and I relax a little.
“Keep going,” I say.
He pushes forward a little, notching the head inside of me, and I stretch around him. The buzz of the vibrator turning on travels through the room just before he presses it to my clit. I bite the pillow beneath me as I try to muffle the moan that’s ripped from me as he slides further in. He takes his time until he’s fully inside me, and I’ve never felt so full.
He stays like that, allowing me to adjust to the new feeling and sensations. When my breathing slows, he begins to move. Each movement has me building in a way I’ve never felt before. I’m on the edge of an orgasm already. A click of a button, and he has the vibrator speed picking up.
My pussy is soaked and my ass is full, but it’s not enough. A noise of discontentment leaves me, and Caleb picks up the pace of his thrusts. He fucks me relentlessly until I’m screaming into the pillow beneath me. My entire body is fucking jelly as I come. His thursts become erratic as he comes. I can’t hold myself up any more as he pulls out of me and my hip s drop to the bed.
He’s pulled all the energy out my of body. With my eyes closed, I listen as he makes his way into the washroom and the water starts running. The water turns off, and he returns to bedroom with a washcloth to clean me up.
He kisses my shoulder blade and whispers, “Are you okay.”
I smile at him. “I’m beyond perfect.”
He returns to the washroom, and a minute later I hear him ask, “Can I throw these out?”
Opening my eyes, I see him leaning against the door frame holding my birth control pills.
My eyes widen. “You want to throw out my birth control?” I ask, my voice scratchy.
“I’m all in this with you Bailey. I want to grow our family, but when you’re ready. If you’re not, we’ll wait. I would love to give Charlie a sibling soon so she can enjoy it.”
Where was this man seven years ago? I have no doubt in my mind that Caleb is who I will spend the rest of my life with, and that he’ll make a great father to our future children because he already is with Charlie. Why wait when this is something we both want?
“Throw it out,” I say.
The grin that spreads across his face just reinforces my decision. He turns and tosses the pills in the garbage before coming to bed. He kisses my stomach before looking up at me.
“I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our babies,” he says, his voice wistful.
I run my hand through his hair, scratching his scalp before he lies beside me, pulling me into his arms.
I lie there with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat with Charlie peacefully asleep down the hall. I know we’ve finally found that happily ever after I dreamed about as a kid, and I’m so excited for the future we’re going to share to gether.
THE END