Epilogue
Darius
I wake to the soft touch of Emerson's hand on my chest, her body warm and familiar against mine. The room is filled with the soft glow of Christmas morning, and I can hear the winter wind outside, but all I can focus on is her. My wife.
I open my eyes to find her gazing at me, a soft smile playing on her light pink lips. "Merry Christmas," she whispers, leaning in to kiss me.
I respond eagerly, my hand tangling in her hair as I deepen the kiss. She tastes like mint and something uniquely her, and I'm instantly hard. Emerson straddles me, her eyes locked on mine, and I can see the love and desire reflected at me.
Our lovemaking is slow and deliberate, a dance we've perfected over the past two years. I explore every inch of her body, committing it to memory, as if it's the first time all over again. Her hands are just as eager, tracing the lines of my muscles, sending shivers down my spine.
I roll us over, wanting to be in control. I kiss her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, taking my time, savoring every moment. She arches into me, her breaths coming in soft gasps, urging me on.
Sliding my ready cock into her, I feel her body welcome me as her legs wrap around my waist. We move together, our bodies in perfect sync.
"Darius," she whispers, her hands exploring my back. "I love you."
"I love you too, Emerson," I reply, my voice husky with emotion. "More than words can express."
We find our release together, our bodies tensing. Emerson rests her head on my heaving chest, looking up at me once our heartbeats return to normal. She flips onto her belly, resting her chin on my chest and looking up at me with her warm brown eyes.
"So, hubby, guess what?"
"What, beautiful?"
"The in vitro worked. I'm pregnant."
Tears immediately fill my eyes as I grab her face, covering it with kisses.
"We are?"
"You're going to be a daddy, baby. Merry Christmas."