Epilogue
The ship was the same one as last year — same family reunion cruise, same festive energy. But everything else had changed.
Jenny and I had divorced six months after the first cruise. It was surprisingly amicable on paper, but she was still bitter. She sat at the far end of the long family dinner table, nursing a drink and avoiding looking at us.
Sophie sat beside me, glowing. We’d gotten married four months ago in a small, private ceremony.
She was wearing a sundress that showed off the soft curve of her belly — already pregnant again, just a few months along.
In her arms, she cradled our newborn son, little Noah, who had been conceived during that first wild week at sea.
The family had fully embraced us. What started as shock had turned into acceptance and even affection. To them, we were just another happy couple now. The aunties cooed over Noah constantly, and no one batted an eye when Sophie leaned in and kissed me on the lips in the middle of dinner.
Carla, ever the loud one, grinned at us from across the table. “Look at you two. Already making cruise babies. You going for another one this trip?”
Sophie laughed softly and kissed Noah’s head before looking up at me with that sweet, wicked little smile I’d fallen in love with. “We’re definitely working on it. Right, honey?”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple, then her lips — slow and possessive, right there in front of everyone. “Absolutely. Can’t let the family down.”
The table laughed and cheered. Jenny’s face tightened, but she said nothing. The rest of the family had moved on. Sophie was one of them now — my wife, the mother of my children, the woman who had given me everything Jenny never could.
Later that night, back in our cabin — the same one we’d shared last year — I had Sophie bent over the bed, fucking her slow and deep while our son slept in the next room.
“You’re such a good little breeder for me,” I murmured, gripping her hips. “Already gave me one beautiful baby. Now you’re going to give me another.”
Sophie moaned, pushing back against me. “Yes, Daddy. Fill me up again. Make me pregnant on the same ship where it all started.”
I thrust deeper, chasing that familiar need to claim her completely.
One year ago, I never could have imagined this.
Now I couldn’t imagine anything else.