One year later…
Mason holds our son, Noah, as we walk into the nursing home. When we get to my grandfather's room, I see he’s on his chaise lounge with a blanket on his lap as he watches the birds out his window. I step into the doorway and wait for him to look over before I step any closer. It’s easier this way.
He’s gone downhill a lot this past year, but we’ve been able to have some good days with him, and those memories are precious to us.
When he hears me, he turns and I wait, hoping that today is a good day. I see his eyes narrow and then open brightly as he looks past me.
“Noah! Come here, little guy.”
Mason walks past me, carrying our son over to my grandfather. He sits our newborn in his lap and helps him hold him. Watching the three of them together makes my heart ache, and I’m so thankful that today is going to be a great day.
Mason and I got married about a minute after he told me he loved me, and then about thirty seconds after that, we found out we were having a baby. Like all the best things in life, he wasn’t planned. We got married in the garden here at the retirement home, and my grandfather was able to give me away. As soon as I was released from the hospital, we brought our son here to meet him for the first time. I wasn’t sure today would go well or if he would even remember him, but seeing his eyes light up was like a little bit of magic, just for us.
I get to design jewelry now and have sold several pieces to some celebrities. That gave my designs a lot of exposure and publicity, but I like that I can work at my own pace without feeling pressured to keep up with demand. Mason loves me and supports all my dreams, as long as he gets to be by my side.
Thankfully, he’s learned how to step away from work, and I think having our first child has changed that for him.
Reaching down, I rub my growing belly, thinking about having two kids under the age of two. It’s going to be tough, but luckily I have a husband who is always helping out and is more than willing to rub my feet at the end of the day. And I’ve learned that’s pretty rare.
As I watch Mason and my grandfather smile and laugh, I blink back tears. My grandfather probably won’t be able to meet our second child, but I know in my heart he’ll always be there to watch over our babies. No matter how many we have.
For some reason, that gives my heart peace. I push away from the door, joining all my guys.
Epilogue
Mason
Five years later…
“Now your other foot, sweetie.”
Kennedy moans as her head falls back against the cool tile of the shower. The hot steam surrounds us as I rub her toes and run my tongue along her ankle.
Her hand is between her legs, rubbing her wet clit as I massage her feet. The warm spray of the shower runs along her big breasts. I run my tongue higher to where her hand is moving and push her thick thighs further apart.
She’s gained weight since we first met five years ago, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Having four of our babies has made her breasts bigger and her nipples darker. And don’t get me started on how hard it makes me when they leak milk.
I growl as I push her hand out of the way and replace it with my mouth. She giggles and then moans as my tongue slides through her folds. She grips my hair, and I lap up the wetness that’s covering her.
I’ve made love to her countless times in this shower, but every time is like the first. Just like when we make love in our bed or anywhere else we can sneak off to while dodging four kids.
The steam envelops us as I eat her to an orgasm and then make her give me another. By the time I’m dying to get inside her, she’s pushing me down on the floor of the shower and straddling me.
She’s sheathed on my dick in an instant. She grinds down on me, taking her pleasure from my body, and I lie there and take it. The shower is huge, and I’m thankful for it as I grip her hips and watch her wet tits bounce. I’m so close to cumming, but Kennedy has other ideas.
“I want to taste myself,” she whispers and climbs off my cock, moving down my body. Before I can open my mouth, my cock is sucked between her lips and her tongue is circling my shaft.
“Fuck,” I growl through gritted teeth as she lets the head of my cock fall out of her mouth with a pop and climbs back on top of me.
I sit up so we are as close as possible when she starts to bounce on top of me. I take her lips, and I can taste her pussy on her mouth. It drives me so goddamn crazy I can’t stand it. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I can’t hold back.
I release rivulets of cum into her and slip my finger between us to scoop some up. I bring the finger up to her mouth, and she opens for it, sucking our flavors.
“Taste that fresh cum, sweetie. I know how you love it.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and stand up, pushing her against the wall. I thrust into her hard, and her giggle turns into a low mewl.
“You asked for it,” I say as my inner animal goes wild for her.
One thing my woman knows how to do is drive me crazy. She pushes all the right buttons to send me over the edge of sanity. But I wouldn’t change anything.
I make love to her in the shower and praise the water gods that I had the extra-large water heater installed. Because I plan on putting that fucker to the test today—and most days—for the rest of our lives.
THE END