by S. C. Daiko
EPILOGUE
Alyona – two years later
I’m at home in our condo, resting on the sofa, my pregnant belly taut and protruding through my tank top. Ben is due to fly in from London at any minute. He needs to get here soon— my lower back is aching and, although my due date isn’t until next week, something tells me our son will arrive sooner than expected.
I place my hands on my ‘bump’, my eyes catching the glint of my wedding ring. Today is our anniversary, another reason for my husband to rush home. We were married a year ago at the All Seasons in the Maldives, surrounded by our families and friends. After the ceremony, we honeymooned on the island— it has become our sanctuary, where we can get back to nature and truly relax. We go back there as often as we can.
I stopped taking my pills straight after the wedding and within three months little Leo was on his way. The name means a lot to Ben; it was the name he was known by until the age of three, when he went into hiding with his dad.
During the past couple of years, I’ve gotten to like Ben’s stepsister, Becca, and her wife, Olivia, a lot. They’ve known him since not long after his transformation from Leo into Ben. Both women are close to him, but especially Becca.
I’d been worried I’d be jealous of her, or that she’d be jealous of me, but I was touched when she told me how happy she was when he told her he’d fallen for me. I mentioned how much I’d disliked him initially, because of his rudeness. His dad had been like that too, she’d confided in me. Daniel’s nickname was Brute before Catrin tamed him.
Have I ‘tamed’ Ben, brought him to his knees? Only because he wanted it, I conclude. And my own knees go weak whenever I’m with him, even after more than three years.
I shift position on the couch; I’m suddenly uncomfortable. With an abrupt pop, liquid gushes from between my legs, wetting the backs of my thighs and the sofa cushion.
I’m struggling to my feet when the elevator pings. “Hey, babe,” Ben calls out. “Happy Anniversary!” He sweeps a huge bunch of roses from behind his back and holds it out to me.
I take a step toward him. “Happy Anniversary to you, too, honey, and thanks for the flowers, but we’ve got to go to the hospital. My water just broke.”
“Fuck!” He drops the roses and rushes up to me. “How are you feeling? In any pain?”
“I’m fine. It’s very early stages.” I give him a reassuring smile. “My bag is already packed and in our bedroom. If you’ll get it for me, I’ll go change my panties and we can leave.”
Leo Collins came into the world screaming his lungs out, nearly sixteen hours after we got to the hospital. I’m lying in my bed now, forty-five minutes later, gazing at his thatch of dark hair and bow-shaped mouth. He stares up at me with big blue eyes and my heart literally melts.
Ben was with me throughout my labor and the delivery, and he’s standing next to my bed now, a look of adoration and pride on his face.
“Do you want to hold him, honey?” I smile.
He takes Leo from me, holding him as if he might break. “I’m speechless,” he says, as Leo grabs hold of his finger. “This is the happiest I’ve been in my life.”
He hands our baby back to me and perches on the edge of my bed, putting his arm around me while I nurse our son. Leo suckles like a pro, milk running down his cute little chin.
“Never thought I’d have my own family.” Ben kisses our baby on the forehead. “Meeting and falling for you was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I lift my face, so he can brush my lips with his. “And you and Leo are the best things that ever happened to me.”
Our son makes a snuffling noise and we both smile— in awe at the perfect being we have created from our love.
Extended Christmas Epilogue
Ben – Two Years Later
Our son is fast asleep in his room across the hall. I hear his snuffling sounds come through the baby monitor, and my heart swells. I cross the bedroom floor and pull back the drapes. Snow is falling fast, catching the moonlight and covering the aspens outside with a thick white mantel. Fresh out of the bath, a towel wrapped around her, Aly comes up and loops her arm around my waist. I stare down at my heavily pregnant wife. Our daughter is due next month and I couldn’t be prouder. I bend and kiss Aly’s lovely lips. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
“Horny as hell,” she giggles.
Pregnancy hormones sure have stoked her libido, but I’m not complaining. I run my hand over her swollen belly, then lean into her and nuzzle her neck. Her skin is soft and warm and smells of coconut body lotion. It’s been five years since we were marooned on the island, but she still loves the scent.
“Not too tired?” I gaze deep into her turquoise eyes. She has staff to help in the house and with Leo, local ladies who spend the days here then go back to their own places, but Aly has been working flat-out alongside them, getting everything ready for our families’ arrival tomorrow.
Our first holiday season in our new home, an extensive new construction with eight bedrooms not far from Uncle Gleb’s Beaver Creek retreat. He and Eva will be joining us for lunch on Christmas Day, together with Eva’s parents as well as Kir and Irina. I haven’t seen my cousins in months, on account of them both living in New York. They’re so much younger than me, we have little in common other than family, but it will be fun catching up with them.
Aly presses herself against me. “I’m not tired at all, honey. Remember I managed a nap this afternoon while you took Leo out on his little sled?”
I smile as I think about our son dressed in his snowsuit and squealing as I pulled him around the yard, his chubby cheeks pink and his blue eyes sparking. Everyone says he’s the image of me at his age, and it’s true. I’m hoping Aly’s and my daughter will look like her, though. We’ve decided to name her Victoria after my birth mom… Vicki for short.
I kiss my wife. “Ready for the Collins incursion?” Dad, Catrin, Andrei, Nikolai, Becca and Olivia will be driving down from Boulder and my half-sister, Lidiya, is flying in from California with her husband, Matt, and their toddler, Amelia. They’ll all be staying with us until the new year.
Aly laughs. “And are you ready for the Abramovich assault?” Semion, Svetlana, Valentin, Emma and their baby boy, Finn, will also arrive tomorrow. Thank God we have eight bedrooms and enough help to cope with the onslaught.
“The more the merrier,” I quip, turning Aly in my arms and removing the towel from her.
I still can’t believe how my life has turned out. Not only successful in business—my chain of hotels is growing exponentially— but married to the most amazing woman who’s sexy as fuck and a talented photographer as well. She’s made quite a name for herself in environmental photography circles.
I walk her backward until we reach the bed.
We topple onto the duvet and I kick off my briefs.
I pull her toward me and move my fingers upwards, splaying them against her ribs, and then touching the swell of her breasts. They’ve become fuller in recent weeks. I cup them so that her bullet-hard nipples stiffen into my palms. “You’re so beautiful, Aly,” I whisper into her ear.
She squirms and rubs herself against me. I press my rock-hard cock into the space between her legs and she whimpers, “Please.”
I kiss her, our lips meshing, our tongues playing chase. I groan, my body tight with arousal. She closes her eyes while I bite and suck on her lower lip. “Get on top of me, baby,” I command. “Wanna eat you out.”
She straddles my waist, and I hold her hips to pull her forward. She walks her knees past my chest, and I loop my arms around the tops of her thighs, holding onto her ass and lowering her soft, wet pussy over my mouth.
“Oh, yes,” she whimpers. “Like that.”
I move my hands to the front and slide my fingers between her labia, pulling them gently apart to bury myself, my tongue spearing into her and tasting her divine juices. I lap them up and then push in as far as I can… before withdrawing and flicking my to
ngue against her clit.
“Oh… oh, God,” she gasps, rocking her hips as I lick and savor her musk.
Her breathing goes ragged. I draw her clit between my teeth and suck hard. A tremor quivers through her.
“I’m coming,” she gasps, her back bowing. Her head drops down; her body thrashes and she falls apart, her cum gushing down my throat… I swallow every last drop.
She brushes her hair back from her face, and smiles.
I pull her gently down on top of me and kiss her lips. “I love you so much, Aly.”
“And I love you too, Ben.”
She rolls off and slides down the bed.
My cock juts up, throbbing and aching I want her so much.
She takes me in her hand and I hiss in relief, groaning as she slips her palm down my length and up again to twist her fingers around the head of my cock.
I jerk into her touch. “That feels so good, baby.”
She opens her mouth, wraps her lips around me and hums, her moan sending vibrations though me. I arch my back and rock my hips. She bobs her head into my upward motion, and I feel the tightness of her throat around the head of my cock, feel her swallow the pre-cum leaking from my tip, feel her suck until I groan.
She swirls her hot tongue around the head of my shaft, and I reach down to twist my fingers into her silky hair and tug her closer. My hips lift and I push my cock deeper into her mouth. Fuck, I’m going to come. Tingles flourish through my balls, my chest tightens and my dick strains. My orgasm rolls over me, the crushing pleasure making my back arch. Crying out my love for her, I shoot my load onto the back of my wife’s warm wet tongue.
I move down the bed and spoon myself around her back, lifting the hair from the nape of her neck and kissing her. “Can’t wait for Christmas morning,” I murmur. “Leo is gonna love all his new toys.”
“Hope we haven’t spoiled him,” she sighs. “I don’t want him to grow up feeling entitled.”
“He won’t. I’ll make sure of that…”
She wriggles her butt and pushes it against my already hardening cock. The minx wants another round…
She turns in my hold until she’s facing me, her rounded belly between us. She lifts a hand and traces it over my face, down the side of my jaw, her eyes locked with mine. “I need you again,” she comes right out with it. “We might not get another chance with the house full of family…”
“Yeah, the thought occurred to me as well. But I don’t wanna hurt baby Vicki.”
“She’s cocooned safe and sound, honey. There’s no way you can hurt her.”
“As you keep telling me,” I tease. I know full well that we can have as much sex as we want at this stage in the proceedings. I just like to fuck with my wife.
Her hand has already moved down to cup my balls. She’s fucking insatiable and I love it.
I reach down and cup her pussy in return, slipping a finger into her. She’s already soaking wet.
With care, I lift her onto her knees and hoist her ass into the air.
She turns her head and watches as I ease into her.
Gasping with the pleasure, she rocks herself and takes me deep.
I hold her hips as she rests her weight on bent elbows. Then I thrust into her. I move my fingers over the curve of her hip into the space between her legs and up to her clit.
“Oh, Ben,” she moans, clutching at the duvet.
I keep thrusting into her and circling her clit with my thumb. “Come for me, Aly. I need you to come or I’ll finish before you.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she squeals, and I feel her clench around my cock.
I launch a final volley of thrusts that tip me over the edge, and I shoot my load into her.
She collapses into the bed, and I withdraw, kissing her deeply before going to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth to wipe her down.
After I’ve cleaned us both we snuggle under the duvet and listen to Leo’s snuffles.
“Happy?” I ask.
“So happy,” she responds. “Good night.”
“Good night, my love.”
I close my eyes and the world around me contracts as I drift off to sleep.
Alyona, Christmas Night
I’m sitting in the living room surrounded by my and Ben’s families. The air is scented with pine from the real tree in the corner, decorated with multi-colored baubles and lights. We put the kids to bed a short while ago and now we’re chilling by the roaring log fire, roasting chestnuts and sipping mulled wine… those of us who aren’t pregnant, that is. Becca surprised us with the news that she and Olivia are expecting a baby next June and Becca is carrying the child she conceived by a sperm donor. We couldn’t be happier for her.
Ben puts his arm around me as he perches next to me on the sofa. “I’m so proud of you, Aly. It’s been such a great Christmas.”
“I’m proud of you too, honey. Couldn’t have done it without your help.”
And it’s true. He dressed up as Santa and distributed gifts to the littlies this morning. Then, while our helpers were assisting me in the kitchen, he organized everyone to go sledding. Everyone except for Emma, that is, who stayed behind with baby Finn and my mom.
We ate an enormous late lunch/early dinner, sitting at the huge oak table in the dining room, the toddlers in their highchairs joining us, and now I’m suffering from a touch of indigestion. I shift on the sofa and my cervix suddenly pops. Warm liquid leaks out of me and I gasp. “Oh. My. God. My water has broken.”
Ben jumps to his feet. “Are you sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure, silly. I haven’t peed in my panties…”
He passes a hand across his forehead and pushes back his dark hair. “Gotta take you to the hospital. Do you have a bag packed?”
“Erm, no. I wasn’t due for another month…”
Ben starts hopping from one foot to the other a panicked expression on his face. “Aly’s in labor,” he announces to everyone.
Mom immediately rushes up. “Are you in pain?”
“No. My water just broke. I’m not having contractions yet.”
“You need to go to the hospital right away,” she says calmly. “Tell me what you need and I’ll pack a bag for you and bring it later.”
She comes with me to my room, while Ben gets the car from the garage. She helps me change out of my red Christmas dress into a pair of leggings and a warm sweater. “Don’t worry about things here. We’ll all be fine and will look after Leo for you.”
Sudden agony pierces my lower back and I let out a yelp.
“Contraction?” she asks.
“Yeah.” The area around my belly button feels like it’s been kicked by a mule and I wince.
“Let’s get you downstairs,” she says.
Everyone is waiting in the hall to wish me well, promising they’ll visit as soon as possible and saying they can’t wait to meet baby Vicki.
Ben erupts through the front door and carries me to his Audi SUV to place me carefully in the front seat. He buckles me in, races around to the driver’s side and speeds off as if the hounds of hell are at our heels.
One hand on the steering wheel, he takes my hand with the other and doesn’t complain when I dig my nails into his palm with each contraction.
Everything happens in a blur from the time I’m admitted until Victoria Natalia Collins arrives four hours later. She’s tiny, weighing only five and a half pounds, but she’s perfect and won’t need to stay in the NICU.
“She looks like you,” Ben says with awe, tears of emotion spilling from his eyes.
I stare at her nestled on my exposed chest, already rooting around for my nipple. She’s different than Leo, who was born with a thatch of dark hair. Vicki is bald and will probably be blonde. “I feel sorry for her having a Christmas birthday,” I sigh. “We’ll have to make it extra special.”
“We can cross that bridge when we come to it,” he smiles, bending to kiss her soft cheek. “My little princess will never lack for anything. I’ll love and protect
her all my days, just like I love and protect her mommy and big brother.”
Vicki latches onto my nipple and starts sucking, milk dribbling down her cute little chin.
I bend and kiss her smooth forehead, then lift my face to receive Ben’s kiss. “Merry Christmas, Aly,” he says. “Thank you for this precious gift of a daughter.”
“Merry Christmas, Ben,” I smile at him. “She’s our gift to each other, our Christmas baby.”
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