Epilogue
ALANA
Ilie back on the lounger and close my eyes as the heat of the late afternoon sun warms my face. I smile as I listen to Alejandro and little Matthias splashing in the pool.
Our grandson. That sounded so strange at first, but he’s eighteen-months-old now and I’ve gotten used to being a nana in my twenties.
Lucia has blossomed since she became a mom.
As I always suspected, she is a natural.
She adores her son, and she is his moon and his stars.
As soon as she gets home from college, she plays with him, reads to him and makes his dinner.
She’s hands-on, even when she’s tired, finding such joy in caring for him.
I let the happy sounds drift over me and enjoy the gentle heat on my skin. At some point I must fall asleep, because I’m awakened by a warm hand rubbing over my stomach.
“You ready to come inside, princesa?” Alejandro says, his voice as smooth as chocolate.
“Sorry. Did I fall asleep again?” I ask as I open my eyes and sit up with a groan.
He laughs. “Yep. I’m going to start calling you Sleeping Beauty all the time.”
I swat his chest lightly with my hand. “Don’t be so cheeky,” I grin at him.
“I wouldn’t dare. But, seeing as you’re tired, how about an early night? Matthias is off with Magda.”
I laugh at him. “Your early nights are never about sleep, Alex,” I say, even as I feel a thrill of pleasure shoot through me at the thought. “I seem to remember you promising me plenty of early nights and rest during our recent vacation.”
“Well, I seem to remember us spending plenty of time in bed, or generally in a horizontal position.” He grins at me as he continues rubbing his warm hand over my swollen belly.
“And as soon as these babies are born, I’m going to take you back to our beach house so I can fuck you on the sand every single morning. ”
I laugh, hard and loud. We just spent two glorious weeks at our secluded beach house in complete isolation and privacy, and it was incredible, but I suspect we won’t be getting back there for some time.
Not now that we’ve got our miracle. I’m carrying the children I never thought I’d be privileged enough to have.
It came as a huge surprise to us both, but as a smiling Dr. Kelly said when she confirmed our suspicions, it was highly unlikely—but not impossible.
“I am pretty sure your mom and dad would have something to say about that,” I reply.
“They’re almost as excited about these babies as we are.
Not to mention Lucia and Matthias. You’re going to have to put some of your plans on ice, big guy.
It’s not just about me and you anymore.” Truthfully, it hasn’t been just about us for a long time, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
He raises his eyebrows at me as he runs his hand down my stomach and slips it between my thighs. “Is it my fault that I happen to have an incredibly sexy wife?” he growls.
“An incredibly huge wife,” I remind him.
He leans down and kisses me softly. “You’re eight and a half months pregnant with two babies, mi amor. And you have never looked more beautiful.”
“Now I know you’re lying.”
“Does this look like I’m lying?” He glances down at his swim shorts, and the outline of his hard cock is obvious. I guess I’m not that unattractive then. “Now, come up to bed so I can make you come before I fuck you senseless.”
I grin at him. “You’re a sex pest.”
“Me? I’ve hardly been able to keep up with you and your pregnancy hormones lately. So stop with your smart mouth, or I’ll fill it with my cock!”
I blush, and as ever his dirty talk gets me all hot and bothered. I take his outstretched hand and allow him to pull me up. “I love it when you’re bossy,” I say as I sashay past him.
He smacks me lightly on the ass and then he comes up behind me, slipping his hands over my hips and pressing his mouth to my ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard for that, princesa.”
I feel his words deep in my core. “I certainly hope so.”
We walk into the house together, his hand on my ass and a smile on my face. My fierce king and his devoted queen.