Epilogue
Charlotte
Two Years Later
Baby Tyler starts to cry again in his crib. It’s the third night this week he’s been up at a weird hour, and Jake and I are absolutely exhausted.
“I’ll get him, little lamb. You rest up. I’ve got an easy day today.”
“You absolutely do not have an easy day today. I know because I’m the one that made the schedule. It’s on that new calendar I bought for the office.”
He laughs, his voice still raspy with sleep as he says, “You really like that calendar, don’t you?”
“Yes! What’s not to like about an electronic wall calendar? I can update it from my phone and add stickers and color to the blocks.” I explain the calendar with much more enthusiasm than necessary for a two a.m. conversation.
“Okay,” Jake growls and rolls on top of me, “tell me more about this magic calendar.”
I bite back a smile. “I have talked about this calendar nonstop for months. You should be an expert on it by now.”
He leans into the lobe of my ear and nibbles as he says, “I get distracted by your pretty face. Tell me again. I like hearing you talk.”
“Okay,” I whisper low, noticing the baby monitor has gone quiet. “Well, the calendar also has different fonts, and I gave all the guys a different color block.”
“This one I know.” His voice is deep in my ear as he licks and kisses the most sensitive parts of my neck. “I’m green.”
“You’re green,” I say, my hands pushing back strands of his salt and pepper hair, “and I can send the calendar to everyone via text too.”
“So exciting,” he groans in the lobe of my ear.
“You’re ridiculous,” I say, smacking him playfully on the shoulder. “I do think our boy fell back asleep, though.”
“Which means we should sleep too, right?” He bites the top of my shoulder and kisses his way onto my chest.
“Unless your thirsty.”
He growls and tugs at the top of my nightgown, exposing my swollen breasts. “I’m always thirsty for you, little lamb.”
When I got pregnant and started producing breast milk, I never imagined that it would be something sexual.
In fact, I was embarrassed by the way my body had changed.
Everything was swollen all the time, my nipples were bigger than ever, and every few hours they started leaking fluid with no rhyme or reason.
I was in tears in the grocery store parking lot the first day Jake cleaned me up. At first, he tried a paper towel we had stuffed in the glove box, but the rough texture hurt my already sore nipples. So, he leaned in and did what a good man would do.
He licked me clean.
That’s where the obsession started. From that moment on, he’s loved drinking my milk.
Sometimes, he lays out on my lap and just licks my nipples. Other times, like now, he slides his fingers inside of me and thrusts slowly while he sucks at my soaking tits.
I lift my hips up to meet his touch and watch as milk drips from the corners of his mouth.
Why is this so hot?
“You taste so good, little lamb.” He sits up and sucks harder as his fingers hook to meet the spot that gets me every time.
“Right there,” I moan as he licks and bites at my swollen nipple. “Don’t stop.”
“Say you’re mine and I won’t.”
“You know I’m yours.”
“Say it,” he growls, pausing all motion.
“I’m yours,” I pant, wiggling my hips against his touch until he starts again.
“Good girl. Now tell me you like it.”
“I love it!” He thrusts in deeper, applying more pressure to my favorite spot as he resumes his meal at my breasts.
I know I should stay in the moment, but whenever he’s fingering me like this, I think about our very first time parked sideways on the side of the road and the cop stopped us.
I think about our wedding night two years ago and the way he fucked me up against a window at the lodge in Whiskey Falls.
My nipples were so cold against the glass, and his cock was so hard as he filled me up.
“Come for me, little lamb. Come on my hand while I drink.” He moves to my other breast, suckling fresh milk as a tingling sensation travels down my back and up again.
He kisses his way down my stomach and lands on my pussy, licking and sucking my slick crease as he thrusts.
The warmth of his mouth spreads over me, and seconds later, I’m convulsing and moaning, crying out as he laps me up. I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds as not to wake the baby, but I’m not sure I caught myself in time.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans as he lifts my legs onto his shoulders, kneels before me, and slides his thick cock inside. “Perfect and soaking wet for me.”
I’ve had him now more times than I can count, but somehow his cock feels better every time we fuck.
“Good girl. Sit right there and let me take what I need.” His tone is rough as he thrusts harder and faster, that same feral look in his eyes he had years ago.
He kisses my ankle and thrusts one final time, his face flushed as he lets out a growl so loud, I’m pretty sure he woke the neighbors five miles away.
“Fuck. Sorry.” He smiles and scrubs his hand down over his beard as he shakes his head and thumps into me a few final times. “That was way too loud.”
A moment later, Tyler is crying and reality is back in full focus. It’s almost three a.m. and we have to be up in an hour to get ready for work.
Jake leans down and kisses my head. “That was my fault. I’ll get him ready for the office. You stay in bed. That’s an order.” He kisses my forehead gently and moves to the edge of the bed before rolling back for another kiss and a quick lick of my nipple. “I love you.”
“Love you more,” I say, watching him pull on his sweatpants and head toward the baby’s room.
I won’t be able to sleep anymore tonight but I let Jake handle Tyler for a few minutes while I watch them on the baby monitor.
There’s something so soft and sweet about watching a big, strong man care for his son, and I hope we have a houseful more to love and watch grow.
That said, it’s moments like these that I wonder how my mother lives with herself knowing she has no relationship with her daughter. I couldn’t imagine being estranged from him. Not knowing his children, or his future partner.
Either way, I’ve found where I belong and I have my dad to thank for that. Somehow, someway, he had a part in Jake and I meeting, and I hope my son grows up knowing my father through the stories we have to tell about him.
Tyler giggles and Jake picks him up out of the crib, rocking him against his chest. “We’ve got our days and nights all mixed up, buddy.”
I watch them dance around the room for another few minutes before climbing up out of bed myself.
I’m sure we’re supposed be keeping the lights low, not engaging with him, doing some other super neat parenting trick to get his nights turned around, but exhaustion or not, I think I’m happy about where life is headed.
I have a beautiful baby boy who loves hugs and cupcakes, a big, strong man who can’t get enough of me, and a new calendar at work that I can update from my phone.
All that, and our family picture was taken without the help of Photoshop.
I think maybe I’m finally right where I’m supposed to be.
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