Epilogue
JOAN
Four years later…
I watch from the patio as my husband chases our son around the yard. He’s waving a stick above his head, giggling as he pretends to be a knight or a fearsome warrior. To me, he’ll always be my little prince.
Watching Amon with Charlie always makes my heart warm. He’s the best father in the world.
I reach down and feel my belly, now flat and smooth, and I feel that itch returning. The itch for another.
After Charlie was born, I went on the pill for a while. I had to. Amon can’t keep his hands off me, and at the rate we were going at each other, I’d have been pregnant again immediately.
But now that we have our family in order, and Amon’s fund is doing better than ever, we both decided it was time.
He’s taken me seven times in the last two days. Twice in bed to wake me, twice before bed to put me to sleep, and one ferocious quickie in the kitchen while Charlie was napping.
I smile at the ache between my thighs. Amon says it’s nearly impossible for him to be gentle with me. He just can’t stop himself. I tell him the truth—that I love it. It reminds me of just how much he loves me.
I feel no shame now.
His touch used to make me worried. I believed what we were doing was wrong—that I was a sinner. I thought my desires made me broken. Now I know they were what makes me alive.
I thought those desire might disappear once I became a mother. But in fact, it was the total opposite.
In fact, my sex life with Amon has only increased since I gave birth.
My smile broadens as I watch Amon sweep Charlie up into his arms, showering him with kisses.
It fills my heart to know that he will have a stable and loving home. Amon and I are obsessed with each other. Nothing will ever come between us.
I catch his eye, and he grins at me, spinning Charlie playfully.
What a life he’s given me. Four years ago, when we stormed out of his father’s house, he took me to a lavish hotel. He spoiled me rotten for the week we stayed there, then brought me to the house we now live in.
It’s more than I ever could have dreamt of, with more than enough space to build a big family.
Contact with our parents was sparse to begin with. John reached out first, being the diplomatic businessman that he is. He even came to visit and brought us a housewarming gift.
“It’s a decorative bowl, ya know? You can put like…fruit in it.”
I remember Amon and I both looking at each other while trying not to laugh. But, hey, it’s the thought that counts.
It took Mom a lot longer to come around. In fact, she and I never spoke until Charlie was born. But once I started sending her pictures, she finally stopped giving me the silent treatment.
“I don’t agree with everything you two are doing,” she told me. “But I want to be part of your life. And part of my grandson’s.”
She and I get along better now. Things aren’t perfect, and there’s still tension between her and Amon, but we’re making progress every day.
I look up as Charlie falls flat on his back in the grass. I stand, but I’m not worried. This is just his signature move he does when he’s tired but doesn’t want to admit it.
“Is he alive?” I call out, teasing a smile from my son’s lips as my husband sweeps him up and into his arms.
Amon places a finger against his neck, pretending to check his pulse. Charlie continues to fight his smile.
“Nope, I think he’s dead.” He smirks. “We might have to bury him out back by the lake.”
I take my son from Amon, my status as his mother solidifying the feeling of purpose I now carry with me through life.
“No, silly,” I play back. “He’s just sleepy. I’ll take him up to bed.”
This is good enough for Charlie and his little game. He twists to hide his smile as I take him upstairs to his room and tuck him in. He always does this; he plays too hard and runs himself dry. He’s a little firecracker, that’s for sure.
When I return downstairs, I find Amon in the kitchen drying off his hands. He passes me my favorite mug—Sometimes Good Moms Are Bad Girls—that’s steaming with ginger-peach tea.
“You’re the best,” I tell him as he brushes my hair aside and kisses my neck.
“I know.” He smirks, kissing lower, causing my eyes to close.
“You didn’t make yourself any tea?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I want to taste something else.”
He growls and carefully presses me down into a chair, his hand sliding up and under the hem of my dress. “How do you do this to me?”
“Do what?” I ask innocently, taking a sharp breath as he peels my panties down to my ankles.
“Turn me into a beast. A man without restraint.”
He ducks beneath my dress, and I gasp at the sensation of his hot breath between my thighs.
“What did you say you wanted to taste, Daddy?” I whimper. I already know the answer, but hearing him say it just amplifies everything.
“Your sweet pussy, angel.”
I can’t even set my tea down before I feel his tongue, parting me and searching like he wants to touch every one of my deep pleasure points. My chest expands, and I reach up and twist my nipple as he moves up to my clit.
Like always, the sensation jolts me, and I nearly spill my entire cup as my body reacts on its own. Luckily, I only get tea on the floor and not on my wonderful husband.
He licks and sucks me with so much passion that it’s only seconds before I’m coming. His love drives deep into my soul, causing my body to twist and my hips to buck as I slap a hand over my lips to stifle my cries of pleasure.
Then he’s unzipping his fly and lifting me onto the table.
My head’s still spinning, and my body is jerking as he slides his thick manhood inside, spreading me wider and grasping my breasts as he starts to pound me.
He gazes down at me, and I stare up at him, and in that moment, I know we’re both thinking the exact same thing.
“You want another baby, don’t you?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He smiles, and I feel our connection strengthen. A fierce thrust causes the table to shake, and he leans down and lets his lips just barely press against mine.
“I’ll get you pregnant right now, angel.”
He fucks me so hard that all I can do is hang on to his big arms and take it, and when he goes off, and I feel him pulsing inside me, spilling his warm seed deep into my womb, I climax again.
We come down together, a hot, sweaty mess of love and devotion.
I can see it now. Our future. My belly growing day by day, week by week. Daddy taking care of me as the months go on.
Our beautiful future with more and more children. More and more love.
A future I never believed possible.
A future he showed me I deserve.
THE END