Epilogue
Five years later…
Ismile at my phone when I see the picture Teeny’s mom texted me moments ago. In it our baby girl, who’s not a baby so much anymore, is smiling big. She sits in the middle of a pile of stuffed animals overflowing her bed. All of them are ones her mama designed over the years. The one inspired by our little girl is in her hands. Adalyn holds the stuffed animal up, showing it off in the picture. It’s the reason we’re here.
I put my arm around my wife’s chair, leaning over to show her the picture her mom sent. She’s babysitting our little girl and two boys while we have a date night. It isn”t any regular date night though. No, tonight my beautiful little wife is receiving an award for the work she did for the Love Toy Company.
Neither of us knew when she was crafting the stuffed doll that looked like Adalyn how big it would be. It initiated a whole new line for the company. From books to snacks, even an app. It was wild seeing all the designs my wife made come to life. It wasn”t shocking though. Everything Teeny touches comes to life. I learned that myself. For someone so small, she’s full of life. Adalyn is the same way. She’s like her mama in every way. I don’t know how the world got so lucky to get two of them, but I know I’m here to make sure they’re taken care of.
They call my wife’s name, drawing my attention away from her and back up to the stage at the front of the room. She stands, leaning down to kiss me before heading up to accept her award. It’s well deserved. She took the small company and made the thing global. Everyone knows who they are because of the Adalyn stuffie. They kiss her ass. In fact, the new acting CEO pays way too much attention to my wife’s ass for my liking. I glance over at him.
The man has balls. I’ll give him that. I lean forward. My chair groans a little because of my size. Good. I want it to so it will draw his attention. The man”s eyes flick from where my wife is walking up the small flight of stairs to the podium. I give him a hard look. He pales for a moment and quickly looks away, suddenly interested in his salad. It’s dry and needs more dressing, but the man pretends it’s the best thing in the world now because where the fuck else is he going to look?
My wife starts speaking so I pull my attention from the asshole at the table. He’s lucky my wife works from home. If she had to go into an office with him every day we’d have problem. Hell, we still might have problems.
My heart squeezes and I forget about Fuckface when my wife starts telling the story of us. How Adalyn was inspired by Bull—the stuffed animal she’d crafted after me, the one that was Adalyn’s best friend. Without Bull there would have been no Adalyn, and Adalyn needed Bull. He kept her safe and made sure she stayed out of trouble all while letting her see the world and be who she was.
By the time she’s done speaking I’m already up out of my chair and moving towards her. She smiles, stepping away from the podium. I grab her by the hips pulling her to me. “My Bull,” she laughs. Everyone else laughs, too, and cheers as I kiss my wife. She wraps her arms around me.
“Love you,” she says against my mouth.
“Love you, too, sweets.” I put her down and take her hand to lead her back towards our table where our main course is being served. I can tell already I’m going to be making my wife a second dinner when we get home.
She’s eating for two. We plan on having one last baby. I’d been worried with our first pregnancy about her size. I was worried the babies would be too big for her little body, but she’d done it. Easily. Even when she was pregnant she could buzz around the house talking and doing stuff at a million miles an hour.
“What did you do?” Teeny leans into me.
“What?” I ask, putting butter on the warm roll and placing it on the plate in front of her.
“Jim won’t look at me.” I glance over to Fuckface, fighting a smirk. I’ve learned to embrace my size. It really does work wonders. I don”t have to say shit or do anything to keep people like him from looking places they shouldn”t.
“Good.” I look down at my wife. I really can’t blame the man. She’s wearing this strapless purple dress that hugs her tits. The skirt is tulle and makes her look like a little ballerina. She has too much skin on display, but she still looks as innocent as always. That innocence is what I’ve pledged to protect for the rest of my life.
I get to have her every night. I watched her put the dress on and will be taking her out of it tonight. I’m hard up like I’ve never had a taste of her. Hell, I’ve feasted on her every day and I never get full. I really can’t blame the guy, but I’ll make his face meet the table if he does it again.
I lean in and kiss her mouth. She deepens the kiss and digs her fingers into my suit. When I pull away she’s breathless, her lips pouty and pink. “This dinner looks terrible,” she says against my mouth.
“I’ll feed you when we get home.” I’m going to do more than feed her when we got home, but she knows that.
“We are in a hotel.” She glances around. We are. The event is being held in a banquet room here. The place is nice, but the food sucks. She bites her lip for a second. “Let’s get a room and order Chinese food.” My mind flashes to that first night when she was standing outside my door holding a big bag of Chinese food. All the things I wanted to do to her. I thought I couldn”t have her. I don’t want to even think about what would’ve happened if she hadn’t come to talk to me.
My already hard cock starts to ache at the brilliant idea. I’m happy she wants to get out of here, too. Teeny’s mom doesn’t expect us to be home for hours. My wife will be all mine. “You could show me all the dirty things you wanted to do to me that first night I knocked on your door. Except now you can because you know I can handle it.” I’m out of my chair.
Yeah, I know my wife can handle it. I’m a thick man, but her little body was made for me. She laughs as we make quick exit. I can’t help but wink at Fuckface when I pull my wife from the room.
She’s mine. We might not look like we fit together, but we do. We’re a perfect match. I make quick work of getting us a room.
“I’ll order,” I say as I push open the door to the room. My little wife climbs me like a tree.
“Later. We have all night.” She kisses me, and I drop my phone, not giving a shit about it. The door closes behind us. I press her to the wall, not wasting any time as I reach under her dress and pull her panties from her body with a tug. In one quick motion I get myself free and thrust deep inside her.
“Perfect,” she moans. It is perfect. A perfect fit.
THE END!