Epilogue 2
LOGAN
Six Years Later
“Honey, I’m home.”
I walk through the quiet house and am surprised at the silence. It doesn’t feel right.
I keep walking, a smile on my face, ready to see my wife and kids. I know they’re here somewhere. I talked to Bree not twenty minutes ago.
I walk into the kitchen and find it empty. One peek out the window and my eyes are drawn to my wife and kids in the pool.
Instead of going outside, I sneak upstairs, take off my clothes, put on some swimming trunks, and then walk out to join my family.
The three kids start whooping and hollering when they see me. My beautiful wife stays in the pool as the kids clamor out and run for me.
I happily hug each of them and then toss them into the pool.
They’re all giggles and laughter, and before I realize it, I’ve started something.
For the next twenty minutes, I’m tossing kids into the pool.
They land in the water and then rush to get out to do it again.
Bree has her sunglasses on, but I can feel her gaze on me.
She’s smiling and laughing. “You see what you started?”
I laugh. “How was your day?” I ask her.
She smiles. “It was a good day. Last days of summer. They’re excited about school starting on Monday.”
“Hey, you guys. What do you think about having a carpet picnic tonight, and we’ll watch one of your favorite movies.”
“Yes!” they all scream in unison.
I jump into the pool with them. Bridget jumps on my back, Britney loops her arms around my neck, and Braxton is treading water in front of me.
They are each talking about which movie we should watch.
I’m only a few feet away from Bree, but I need to touch her.
“All right, I got an idea. One of you pick what we’re having for dinner, one of you pick the first movie, and one of you pick the second movie. ”
“Yes!” they scream.
I laugh. “Okay, but you know the drill. Showers first.”
They’re so excited that they get out of the pool and start drying off. Bree starts to get out, but I hold her to me. “Oh no, where do you think you’re going?”
She doesn’t resist. She curls into me. “You do know you’re sending three wet five-year-olds into the house. They’re going to destroy the floors.”
I hold her to me. “I’ll clean them.”
She loops her arms around my neck. “Mr. Brody, did you just manipulate our kids to get me alone?”
I have no qualms about telling her the truth. “I did.”
She puts one hand on my chest, twirling her finger across my skin. “And the carpet picnic with two movies… you know they’ll fall asleep in the first one.”
I chuckle. “I know. And then I’ll have some alone time with my wife.”
She leans into me. “I’ve missed you.”
I lean down and kiss her until we’re both breathless. My cock reacts to her, and there’s no concealing it. “Fuck, I need you.”
She looks into my eyes. “I need you too.”
With a groan, I rest my forehead against hers. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it to that second movie without touching you.”
She laughs but is quiet.
“You okay?” I ask her.
Bree wanted to stay home with the kids, and now that they’ll be going back to school, she’s planning to go back to work a few days a week. I have tried not to pressure her. I wanted it to be her decision, but we definitely miss her at the office.
She shrugs, and I get worried.
“You know, if you don’t want to go back to work—”
She shakes her head. “It’s not that.”
I put my hand on her chin and tilt her head so she has to look at me. “What is it then?”
She shrugs. “Are you happy, Lo? I mean, with me?”
Stunned, I just stare at her. “Am I happy with you?”
She nods. “Yeah, I mean we said three kids, but we never dreamed we’d have triplets. Our house, our lives, it’s like… I dunno, constant chaos.”
I laugh and then realize she’s serious. “Sweetie, I don’t think you get it. I grew up with five brothers and one sister. That was chaos and craziness, but I wouldn’t have changed a second of it. This is exactly what I wanted. I’d choose you and our kids a thousand times.”
She smiles at me as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. She must have really been worried about this. I need to up my game. I never want her to feel like I don’t want this life.
I pull her hair back off her shoulders and kiss her neck. “What about you? Are you happy?”
She nods and tilts her head so I can have better access to her neck. “Yeah, I’m happy. Happy with you, the kids. I mean, I would have liked to have kept my body but—”
I cut her off. “Your body is perfect.”
She blurts out a laugh. “Logan, it’s fine. I wasn’t fishing for compliments. I had triplets. I know I don’t look like I used to—”
I shake my head sternly. “Oh no, don’t do that. Bree, baby, this body kept our babies safe until they were ready to be born, and then this body nourished them. This body is strength, love, and sacrifice. It’s perfect… you’re perfect.”
I grip her ass and pull her to me. Instantly, she lifts her legs and wraps them around my waist. She wraps herself around me and rests her head on my shoulder. “Yeah, that second movie was a good idea, Lo.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, now I have to figure out how to get out of this pool without three little sets of eyes seeing me.”
She slides her body along mine, and my cock twitches in my shorts. “You’re not helping matters,” I tell her.
She doesn’t stop, though. “I know… I just need…”
She doesn’t finish, but I know what she needs. I look over her head, and Britney is coming out the door. “Okay, we got it figured out. I’m picking the food, and I pick pizza. Braxton is picking the first movie, and Bridget is picking the second movie.”
My voice is calmer than I feel. “Great job, honey. Have you three showered?”
She shakes her head. “No, Dad, we were figuring out who was doing what.”
I nod. “Okay, good thinking. Now that it’s all planned out, you get in Mom and Dad’s shower, Bridget gets in the hallway shower, and tell Braxton to get in the downstairs shower. We’ll be inside in fifteen minutes, and then we’ll get the night started.”
She disappears into the house, and instantly, I have my hand in the bottoms of my wife’s bathing suit.
She jerks. “Logan… we can’t…”
I chuckle. “Baby, you’re so fuckin’ close already… let me just take the edge off.”
I stroke my finger through her folds and then caress her swollen clit. She comes in an instant, like I knew she would. She’s biting her lip to stop from screaming out.
I hold on to her as the tremors wrack through her.
When she’s coming down, she slides her hand down my body and cups me through my shorts. “What about you?”
I grab her wrist. “I’ll wait until I can have you naked underneath me.”
She sighs as I carry her out of the pool. “You’re a good man, Logan Brody.”
I kiss her again. “I’m good because you make me want to be a better man. I love you, Bree.”
She slips her hand into mine, and we walk into our chaotic, love-filled home.