Epilogue
James
Today was a special day for the lovely Mrs. Keaton, and I admired her from a distance as she shined brightly in her world. Elizabeth stood nearby as her assistant and gave me a wink and pressed a finger to her lips. My wife hadn’t noticed me yet.
We hired a different company to work with her because I cut all ties with my father after he refused to accept my brother’s guilt.
Henry took the plea deal and was getting two years for his crimes, which I thought was fair since nothing was stolen and it taught me a valuable lesson.
He was already four months into his sentence.
When her book came out, it was an instant success, and I was so damn proud that I did everything I could to help her shine.
The lines were full the entire time despite the short notice about the signing, which made my heart burst for her.
The agency told me it would happen because she was a bestseller, and they were right.
I already had lots of security around her and the line.
When I spotted who was there, I smirked and popped in front of a guy.
He was pissed, but then I showed him the special badge that gave me VIP access.
I stood in line with my copy, waiting to have it signed. Of course, my personal copy was at home, but I enjoyed surprising the sexy author in front of me with her swollen stomach. As I reached her table, she asked, “Who should I make it out to?”
“‘My lord’ would be fine,” I stated, leaning a little too close, practically breathing down her neck.
“Hmm…I believe ‘my king’ would be better,” she teased back, lifting her eyes to meet mine with a neediness that almost made me drag her out of the chair.
“I love that I have been elevated in your eyes, sweetness.” I brushed my fingers against her jaw, watching the heat fill her cheeks.
“She’s married, my guy,” the guy behind me said as he tapped me on the shoulder.
“I know. Thanks for looking out.” I waved my ring at him and then bent down and kissed my wife. “I love to show my support.”
“Oh my goodness,” some woman gushed while staring at me. “You’re the perfume model.”
“Why, yes, he is, but he’s mine,” Ava stated calmly, but her tone was laced with that cool venom. I thought she might actually jump over the table.
“Wait, the amazing Ava J. Keaton is the model in the ad too,” she added. “I can’t believe it.”
“That’s how we met,” I stated, wanting everyone to know. I kissed her hand. “Now, she only has a few more minutes, so let’s get signing because she needs to get home for dinner.”
We stayed another twenty minutes for the last ten people.
We had one more couple waiting, and then she was done.
She’d been signing for two hours. It was a pop-up signing that our new ad agency had done at a local bookshop.
The doors had been closed behind the last few and they were let out by the employees one at a time, and then my wife gasped.
“Mom, Dad.”
“Ava,” her mother whispered in tears. She ran to her daughter, who stood as they hugged.
Her mother had no problem with everything.
It was her father who she hadn’t forgiven easily.
They were on shaky ground. He had made up the fake fiancé to send me packing, but I reminded her how we rushed everything.
When her mother finally released her, her father stepped forward and said, “I’m sorry, Princess.”
“I know, Dad.” He swallowed hard and looked at her belly with happy tears in his eyes. “I’m going to be a grandpa soon?”
“If you want to be.”
“Of course.” They cried together, and those were the only tears I’d allow my wife to have.
“How about we wrap this up and we go out to dinner? I’m sure Ava is starving.”
“I am. Elizabeth has been taking great care of me, but I couldn’t eat before because I was so nervous, and you can’t eat during.”
“Here.” I pulled her favorite snack out of my pocket.
“You hate sour gummy worms,” her father said.
“Apparently, the baby loves them.”
“Where is Tara?” I’d never met her wretched sister and didn’t want to because she wasn’t good for my wife.
“She ran off with her latest boyfriend,” her mother sighed.
Her father and I had a talk a while back, and he explained Tara was a big reason he didn’t want me in her life.
Too much fear and doubt when it came to men because of her older sister’s relationships and he worried too much about her.
He’d reacted poorly, and it had cost him more than he ever expected.
I understood. My father never tried, but Dr. Kelly loved his daughters, even if he went about it wrong.
We spent the rest of the night with her family who were staying in town for the next couple of days. I wanted her to mend the bond they had before because our baby needed family, and Ava needed to smile like she did today.
After we said our goodbyes, I took my wife to our brownstone to finally rest. We had barely removed our fall gear when she threw her arms around me and kissed me as best as her little round belly allowed. “Thank you. Thank you for making everything happen.”
“I hardly did anything. It was their choice.”
“But you allowed it. I know how protective you are of me. You could have sent them packing. I need you right now.” She tugged my shirt free from my slacks, and although she was about to burst, she dropped to her knees and freed my cock with her nimble hands.
“Damn,” I groaned as she swallowed the head of my cock and her fingers wrapped around my girth.
My wife was taking me down her slender throat just inside the front door.
She greedily took me inch by inch until she was gagging.
Removing my shirt, I set it aside and then laced my fingers into her hair and took over.
“Look up at me, Wife.” She did with those hazel eyes that caught my attention from the first picture of her. “You look so beautiful when you service your king.” She closed her thighs together, fighting her own arousal, but my sweet little Ava wasn’t going to be left unsatisfied.
I pulled her off my hard knob. “Do you want to fuck here or on the sofa, my gorgeous queen.”
“Queen?”
“Well, sweetness, if I’m the king, that has to make you my queen. Although, right now you’re my little cum kitty ready to lap it up, aren’t you?”
She nodded. In the past eight months, I learned that it wasn’t just the newness of sex to us. My wife enjoyed it so much that she had to fuck at least once a day. Even if it was to get me off.
“I’ll answer for you. Sofa. I don’t want to hurt your knees in your delicate condition.”
I helped her up and carried her to the sofa, then tore off her clothes. “Open up. I want to see how ready you are for me.”
She knelt on the large cushions. It was my favorite of the two in the room. They were the same material, but in different styles and this one had a wider seat. Some believed it was for naps or a bigger body. I bought it so I could fuck Ava on it. Luckily it was leather and easy to clean.
I slid up behind her and lined up my cock with her entrance, rubbing it back and forth.
Her pussy was so damn wet that it wouldn’t be long until she was coming on my dick.
With a quick thrust forward, I was fully seated into her.
“Is that what you wanted, sweetness? My dick deep inside you? Fucking this tiny little cunt?”
“Yes, oh, yes. I’m coming. Give it to me.”
“That’s right.” I cupped her tits and held on as I fucked her into the sofa.
I’m thankful that it was soft so her belly was protected.
“Come for me.” She squeezed and came for me.
I pumped several more times before filling her up.
I pulled out of her and then helped her get in the shower in the bathroom on the first floor.
“I need a nap,” she muttered.
“I think it’s just sleep, baby.”
“Yes, that,” she sighed. I dried her off and then carried her upstairs.
“You shouldn’t carry me; I’ve gotten so heavy.”
“I’ll always carry you as long as I can. Besides, you’re still tiny, even with the baby inside your belly.” We debated about this at least once a week, but I’d been right about carrying her.
The brownstone had three floors, and our bedroom was at the top. I didn’t want back problems. She put on thirty pounds with the baby, and it was nothing, but I never wanted the privilege taken away from me, so I worked with a trainer to make sure my core was tight.
“I love you, James.”
“Ava, you’re my world. I want you wrapped up in my arms forever.” I slipped her nightgown on and helped her into bed before climbing into bed beside her.
It was one in the morning when she woke up with a blood curdling scream.
I jumped up, and the bed was soaked. She was grabbing her belly.
“The baby is coming,” she gasped out. I’d never moved so fast, getting her dressed and out of the house as fast as humanly possible.
We arrived at Northwell quickly and were taken into labor and delivery immediately.
My in-laws met us at the hospital two hours later just in time to meet their new grandson, Jameson Keaton.
“Oh my goodness. There isn’t anything you do slowly, sweetheart. Since you were a kid you were moving at a fast pace,” her mother said. “She was always the overachiever. A baby in less than three hours is wonderful.”
“Ugh, I don’t know. My body doesn’t know how to feel about it.”
“I’m sure they probably didn’t even have time to give you anything.”
“No. I was already half dilated by the time I woke up and my water broke.”
“He’s perfect, my little girl. You did good,” her dad said. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” my beautiful wife sighed.
He pressed the back of his hand to her head. “We’ll let you sleep and check on you soon.” I tucked my son into his bassinet and then shook my father-in-law’s hand and hugged my mother-in-law.
They walked to the door. “Will you stay, James?” Ava asked.
“Forever,” I said, kissing her lips. I held my wife’s hand as she slept. My world was within my reach, and it was perfect.