Epilogue #2
“Fuck, baby. I wanted you to come one more time, but the way your pussy grips me is so fucking good I couldn’t hold back.
” At his words, I swivel my hips, still somehow so turned on and ready for more.
This is what he does to me. What him talking to me like this does.
Or it’s the hormones. I’m not sure. “You wanna come again, Alice?”
The “yes” that comes out too loudly is entirely involuntary.
“Good,” he says, lifting himself off me before pulling out and making me whimper.
But then his fingers are there, pushing inside.
“Fuck, I love the way my cum looks dripping out of your pussy.” I clench around his fingers just before he pulls them out, gathering his release and pushing it back inside me.
“One day soon, we’re gonna make a baby, and I can’t wait to—”
“We already did,” I pant, mentally cussing myself out for not waiting for a better moment.
But then again, this is what he’s always done to me.
He makes me lose all sense, all thought.
I just found out this morning, and it’s been so hard to keep it from him.
After I came off birth control a few months ago, we promised not to put any pressure on ourselves, but every month I’ve taken a test. And finally, today, I saw the little plus sign.
“What did you say?” He pauses, fingers still inside me.
“We made a baby. I’m pregnant.” I make sure to look into his eyes when I say it, and when I do, he curls his fingers, causing me to moan.
“Say it again,” he whispers, shifting until we’re nose-to-nose. I repeat everything, word for word, and he groans. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes,” I say, our lips brushing.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” I answer, and with a final, perfect curl of his fingers, I come, and his lips latch onto mine, catching every moan, every needy sound.
When my limbs turn to Jello, and every muscle in my body is spent, Arthur leaves one more tender kiss on my lips before kissing my nose and my forehead. Only then does he slip his fingers out of me.
“Are we getting married?” I ask, and his lips turn up into a brilliant smile.
He nods. “And having a baby.” His soft laugh is almost disbelieving, like the truth of it is sinking in.
“I have your ring in my sock drawer. I’ve had it since you stopped birth control.
I wanted to ask you when you told me, but tesouro, I just didn’t expect you to tell me when I was pushing my cum back inside you. ”
I bring my hands up to my face, covering up my heated cheeks. “I’m sorry. It was terrible timing, I know—”
“None of that,” he tells me, pulling her my hands away one by one and kissing my cheeks. “It was perfect timing. Just like everything else about our story.” Of course he would be so calm about this.
“No, I ruined it. We can’t tell anyone this story now.
People are going to ask how I told you and how you asked me.
I can’t say, ‘Oh he was pushing his cum back inside my pussy after sex, and I was so brain dead from multiple orgasms that I told him, and then he asked me to marry him, and I said yes, and then I came again.’” I roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of it all, only to find Arthur with his lips turned down, brows high, nodding.
“Sounds like a pretty awesome way to propose and announce a pregnancy to me, goldie.” When I smack his chest, he laughs, and the sound inevitably makes me smile. “What would you rather tell them? We can make up any story you want.”
“No, we can’t!” I’m exasperated and annoyed with myself. This isn’t the story we’re going to tell our child. Or anyone. Ever! “You know I can’t lie, Arthur. Everyone would know if I tried to tell a different story.”
“Then let’s create a different story. Ready?
” He shifts so we’re lying side-by-side with his legs intertwined with mine, the way we do most nights when we talk before snuggling up to fall asleep.
I’m confused, so he continues with whatever he’s doing, letting out a long breath.
“Alice Margaret Preece, you are the love of my life. You’re my best friend and my favorite person in the whole world.
You’ve gifted me more love and happiness than I ever thought possible, and I’m going to spend every single day of my life showing you, telling you, how much I love you. ”
He pushes a stray curl off my cheek, tucking it behind my ear before catching the tear on the bridge of my nose.
“I think your name would sound really good if it was Alice Margaret Machado, but I’m completely okay with becoming Arthur Ivan Preece, too, if you’ll say yes to marrying me.
What do you think, tesouro? Want to be my wife? ”
“Yes,” I whisper, unable to find much volume when there are so many emotions clogging up my throat. “I want that more than anything.” With my still-strangled voice, I continue, “I’m pregnant.”
Saying the words has tears instantly pooling on my pillowcase and my nose, but then I hear my favorite sound.
Arthur is laughing, and it’s the happiest, most amazing sound in the world.
It coaxes my own laughter out of me, and before I know it, we’re all tangled up in one another, smiling and laughing from the joy that can’t be contained inside our bodies.
“How’s that for a story?” he asks once my head is on his shoulder and he’s gently brushing his fingers through my curls.
“I think they’re both pretty perfect.” I pause, tensing before adding, “But you’re still never allowed to tell a soul the first version.”
His chuckle is deep and quiet. “I promise. That one is just for us.”
“Just for us,” I say before closing my eyes and falling asleep in the arms of my future husband, the father of my child, and my one true love.
THE END