Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Cyrus
E pilogue - Eight Years Later
“To Cyrus and Anna!” Sophia raises her glass, grinning at us, and I’m grinning right back. My little sister, toasting eight years of marriage for her big brother. Who would have guessed?
All of our kids are here, not just mine and Anna’s, but Tor’s and Natalie’s, and Sophia’s and Chance’s too. The older kids have a table of their own, where they get to pretend they’re grownups already eating the same gourmet shit we’ve got in front of us, while the younger kids dine on French fries and burgers, still cooked up by my talented little sister.
“What an eight years,” Anna whispers by my side, and I nod.
“Best eight years of my life, baby. And I just know that the next eight will be even better.”
She smiles as she looks over at our oldest, Ryan. He’ll be seven in a couple of months, which is younger than anyone else at the big kids’ table, but he insisted and who are we to argue? That kid’s age doesn’t make a blind bit of difference, he’s got smarts that he must have inherited from his mother because he knows more than I do now, let alone than I did at his age. We had to hire him a tutor and home school, because there wasn’t a damn thing his teachers could teach him anymore. So if he says he’s eating with his older cousins, he’s eating with his older cousins.
“We did good, huh?” she asks, blowing a kiss to our other two children. Who knows what the future holds for them? Alice and Caroline, the twins, started school a year ago, and they’re doing fine.
“Very good, baby,” I reply, and place a hand on her belly. “And we’re still going.”
She blushes, glancing around to make sure nobody’s looking. Natalie looks away immediately, but that doesn’t mean anything. And who gives a shit? So it’s early days yet, I’m ready to announce to the world that I got my wife knocked up again.
Her mom and dad aren’t here this evening, even though we invited everyone. Niko has been out of prison for two months, and to his credit he’s trying to make amends for everything that happened. We looked after Anna’s mom while he was in there, of course, but it’s a job he made sure I knew he was taking over as soon as he got out.
He wants to live differently now, and enjoy his twilight years, and I can’t exactly begrudge him that. He paid for his crimes, and you can’t ask any more.
He’s even tried to get in touch with Alex, wanting to apologize. Who knows how that will turn out, but I’ve hired a PI to assist. Alex disappeared after everything that happened, and when I happened to drive by his house a couple of months later, it was unoccupied with a “For Sale” sign outside. We haven’t heard from him, and nor did we want to try, but Niko needs to give it his best shot and I’m trying to be supportive.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper to my wife. “I can’t wait until you are big as a house again.”
“Are you joking?” She slaps my shoulder. “Did you just say that to me?”
“Fuck, yeah. It’s true, baby. You’re fucking hot in that eighth and ninth month.”
“So I’m not sexy now?” She gives me a playful glare.
I slide my hand up her thigh under the table and right into her bare pussy. I told her no panties today and I love when she does as she’s told.
“Daddy.” She hisses in my ear. “Not here.”
“Yes. Here,” I whisper back, driving two fingers into her sopping pussy as she sucks in a sharp breath.
I feel her clamp down and press my thumb onto her clit, watching her eyes roll back. Everyone around us is eating and chatting, oblivious that I’m about to make my wife cum right here in the middle of the chaos.
She makes me as hard as the first day I saw her. I still have all the things I stole from her place back in the beginning. I’ve added to my memory box over the years. Pictures, panties, clothes I’ve torn off…
I can’t wait to get her alone. I want to feed from her sweet tits like I do every morning and night at the least. Keeping her bred and nursing the little ones has given me one of my top kinks. Drinking from her milky tits as often as I can.
She’s been blessed with an abundant supply so there’s enough for the kids and me.
Breeding her the first time was amazing. But, the strange part is every time since has felt as good or better.
I’ve expanded on my jewelry business and have specialty stores in ten major cities. I still play cards but not like I used to. Mostly with the family for fun and toothpicks.
Anna still helps at the Welsh Center, but with all the kids she gave up her department head position but not before she made sure Doug was out on his ass. I helped him along, of course, then found him in a bar one night and made sure he understood that making my wife’s life difficult, present, past or future was a bad fucking idea.
He moved to Cleveland.
Brittany is doing well. She was adopted a year after the softball game and is living her best life on a horse farm about fifty miles north. We see her on holidays and she and Anna have mani-pedi dates about once a month. She still has the scar over her eye and tells everyone that it’s from the day she hit a home run and won the game for her team.
We also run a Three Strikes Charity that benefits the center. It’s turned into a huge affair with pro-ball players coming in to coach teams, and major corporations donating and sponsoring the kids and the tournament.
I still think back and remember those first three seconds.
They rocked my world.
They are still rocking my world.
But more than that, my baby is my world.
My family is my purpose.
No more bumpy roads leading to nowhere for me.
I’ve found my center and I’m never letting her go.