Needless to say, that was the end of Ashley. It had been easier than I thought to get rid of her, and just so daddy didn’t get any ideas of saving me and finding another woman to share his bed, I made sure to fuck him every chance I got.
In the end I guess I really was my mother’s daughter. That same wild untamed passion lived on inside me, but I only wanted to share it with one man.
After I turned up pregnant a few weeks later he stopped harping on about birth control and we had more sex than ever before.
He seemed to like having his baby inside me and it made him even wilder. And when the baby was born he was the happiest I’d ever seen him. We were a real family then and I knew that nothing and no one would ever tear us apart.
Our son brought us closer together and now I never had to worry about him staying out late. Each evening he came home early just to be with us.
Our passion hadn’t cooled any as far as I can see, in fact each night when he took me to bed it was like those first days all over again.
The ring on my finger made me feel secure but I knew it was just a symbol, something to show the rest of the world that I belonged to him.
It was our love for each other, the way he touches me like I’m more precious than anything else in his world that lets me know that finally, the girl who once despaired of ever finding it had found true happiness.
The End
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