“Fuck,” I say, sliding into her from behind with my hand on her ass. I will never get used to having her this way, actually any way. She moans into the pillow in front of her when my balls hit her clit.
“Brandon,” she whispers, and I see her hand sneak down underneath her as she plays with her clit. While her left hand holds the sheet, the big four-carat engagement ring and wedding band glisten in the soft light. “So good.” I fuck her nice and slow, just the way she likes it, her pussy sucking me in each and every time. “I’m going to come,” she says as she fucks me back this time. Her pussy grips me so hard I come at the same time as she does. I roll to my side, bringing her with me. She leans her head back, and I lean forward, taking her lips with mine.
It’s been six weeks since I’ve been able to be inside her. She just gave birth to our second daughter, Ariel. Just thinking of her, we hear her whimper through the baby monitor. “Well, that was a whole hour.” Aurora giggles at me. “She probably needs to eat,” she says, getting up and grabbing a robe.
“Daddy.” I hear my four-year-old Michaela, so I get up and put on my shorts, walking outside to see her holding her teddy bear. “There’s a monster in Ariel’s room.” She rubs her sleepy eyes. I walk up the stairs with Aurora following me, bending to pick up Michaela.
“There are no monsters in the whole house. She’s just hungry,” I tell her while Aurora stops to kiss her on the cheek.
“Don’t you remember Daddy and Grandpa Mike, and Uncle Asher, Cash, Nico, and Trevor came over and took them all away?” She tells her of the time they all came over with Nerf guns, and we fired at every single wall while Michaela cheered us on. Ariel really starts to cry now, so Aurora goes to her room while I walk Michaela back to her room.
I tuck her into her bed, covering her. “Now if you want to go and have a sleepover at Cassie’s, you need to sleep,” I tell her, thinking about how far Cassie has come. She just moved back home after graduating from Denver University and becoming an EMT. When she moved back home, it took a lot of convincing for me to be okay with her living on her own. I just didn’t get it; she had a free place here, so why did she need to live on her own?
“Cassie says I get to stay up all night and eat gummy bears,” Michaela tells me, whispering, “but don’t tell Mommy.”
I laugh, thinking Mommy isn’t the one you have to worry about. “I won’t, but you know that if you stay up all night and eat all that candy, little bugs start to grow on your teeth.”
Her eyes open wide. “I’m going to brush them before I fall asleep,” she tells me.
“Okay.” I kiss her. “Go to sleep.” I tuck her in and walk out of the room, closing the door halfway. Walking into Ariel’s room, I say, “Hey,” from the doorway, watching my wife rock our daughter back and forth while she nurses her.
She looks up at me and smiles. “Hey,” she says and switches breasts. “She was so hungry.” My little girl kicks her feet, letting me know that she really was. “I love you.” She looks at me.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” I tell her, going to her and squatting down in front of her. The sound of Ariel drinking echoes loudly now. “I love you so much,” I tell her and then lean over and kiss Ariel’s soft head, and her hands go up with my touch. I wait for her to finish feeding Ariel, and then we walk back downstairs together. The house has changed from bachelor to family man. Every single door is kid proof, some even adult proof. The pictures of our family hang on every single wall. The fridge now has papers and papers of coloring sheets. Yesterday, I sat on a Barbie when I came home. I look around smiling; I wouldn’t have it any other way. Aurora thinks she was the lucky one, but every single day, I see exactly how I was the lucky one.
Epilogue Two
Aurora
Six years later . . .
“Hmm,” I say, holding my husband’s head while he eats my pussy. I look down at him and watch him finger me and suck my clit at the same time. “I’m going to come,” I whisper, my head falling back, and my hips thrusting up and down.
I don’t finish coming before he gets up and slams into me, making my orgasm roll into another one. “Fuck,” he says when he thrusts in again, his balls slapping my ass. I put one leg over his shoulder, getting him to go deeper. It’s been over ten years since we got together, yet every single time feels like the first. “Fuck,” he says every time I tilt my hips, and he touches that sweet spot inside me. I put my other leg on his other shoulder, and his arms are next to my arms while he fucks me, and I play with my clit. “You going to come, baby?” he asks, knowing I’m getting close because my pussy is starting to twitch.
“I’m there,” I say quietly, trying not to make too much noise. And he touches the right spot, and I go off again. He thrusts in and out and rides out my orgasm, and when I’m finished, he slams into me one last time and comes with his head thrown back and a soft moan.
The alarm rings as soon as he pulls out of me. “Good timing there,” I tell him, rolling off the bed and going to the bathroom. “The kids will be up in five minutes,” I tell him as he walks in. “When they are all on the bus, we can go for round two.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he says to me, swatting my ass. I walk out, grabbing my robe, and yell upstairs, “Michaela, Ariel, Olivia, Camila.” Our five-year-old twin girls, Olivia and Camila, both come out of their room dressed.
“Mommy,” Camila asks, “can we have pancakes?”
“I want waffles,” Olivia says. “Where is Daddy? He is going to make me waffles,” she says, going toward our bedroom.
“We are not making pancakes and waffles!” I yell toward the bedroom when Michaela comes down laughing.
“Yeah, right, Mom.” She walks to the kitchen, and I wait for my husband to come out of the bedroom.
“If my princess wants waffles, she gets waffles,” he tells her, and she looks at me with a smirk.
“It’s either or,” I tell him with my hands on my hips.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he says, kissing me softly. “I’ll make both.”
I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen where my eleven-year-old daughter just looks at me. “See, told you.”
I grab a mug of coffee for me and head to the table, where I sit down and watch my husband make waffles and pancakes. The kitchen is a disaster, but the smile that the girls wear is everything. “You guys are going to miss the bus,” I tell them.
“Daddy, can you drive us?” Ariel asks and looks down.
“Why?” I ask her.
“Well, I got a bus report last night, and I didn’t tell you,” she says. I look at my husband and then at her. “It wasn’t my fault.”
“What happened?” I ask her; she, out of all four girls, is the spunky one.
“Dean sat with me yesterday and tried to hold my hand.”
My eyes go to my husband, who glares at me. “I told you we had to homeschool them,” he tells me.
“And I didn’t want to, so I twisted his fingers back and he cried,” she says, and Brandon smiles big.
“Good,” he says. “Fucker needs to keep his hands to himself.”
“You said a bad word, Daddy,” the twins say together.
“I’ll drive you to school, and Mommy can pick you up, so you don’t have to go on the bus,” Brandon says, but I shake my head.
“We will drive you in and speak with the principal about Dean, but you will get on that bus this afternoon, and you will learn to use your words,” I tell her.
“Did you tell him you didn’t like that?” I ask her, knowing the answer before she even shakes her head.
“He was in her space.” Brandon starts to take her side.
“You need to tell him you don’t like that, and if he continues to do it, you need to tell Miss Marie, the bus driver.”
“And then if he does it again, you punch him in the throat,” Michaela says, going over to her father’s side where he high-fives her.
“You do not throat punch anyone,” I tell them, “and you don’t start.” I point at Michaela.
“Go grab your stuff; we don’t want you guys to be late either,” I tell them, and they all run out of the kitchen and upstairs to get their bags.
“That asshole had his hands on my daughter. How is this her fault?” he asks me, and I just stare at him.
“He’s five six years old,” I tell him. “She needs to talk things out, not use her fists.”
“It’s not okay,” he says, and I walk to him, laughing.
“You know that our daughter will grow up and get married one day, right?” I tell him, and he glares. “They are going to have sex,” I whisper to him, and he shakes his head.
“I made them sign contracts,” he says. “They are not allowed to date before thirty.”
“Those contracts don’t count. They were all five,” I tell him, walking out of the kitchen to go get dressed.
“The contract so does count; they signed it,” he says, pulling up his jeans, and I look at him, my breath catching in my chest again. He’s still the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. His kisses still give me butterflies in my stomach. His touches still get me hot and bothered, really bothered.
I still get excited when he calls me, and every single time we walk outside, his hand is always in mine, no matter what. He makes it a point that we all have dinner together, even while running the club. He is there for almost every single soccer game and gym meet. His pride and joy are his family, and he never hides that.
“When we get to the office, you are to let me talk,” I tell him. “You at no time say anything.”
“Why not?”
“Last time Ariel had an argument with another student, you asked for their home address.”
“There is nothing wrong with that. I just wanted to make sure the parents knew their kid was bullying mine.”
I shake my head. “They are not always right,” I tell him, walking to the front door to grab the car keys. “Let’s go!” I yell, and they all come down. We walk outside, climbing into the minivan.
My husband gets behind the wheel, and we all buckle up and pull out of the driveway. I look over at him as he grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. “Love you, baby,” he says to me, and I look back at him. I didn’t know life could be like this. Until Brandon.
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