Epilogue
Roughly 8 ½ months later
Abigail
“Oh god it hurts!” I cried out in the back seat of the car as Karim drove us to the hospital.
“It’ll be okay, sweetheart. Remember what we learned in Lamaze class, just breathe.”
“Screw you, Devon! You breathe! You’re not the one with a baby trying to rip its way out of your cunt.”
Devon laughed. The bastard had the nerve to laugh!
“I can’t believe you’re laughing! Tell me why I married you again?”
“Because I knocked you up and you wanted me to make an honest woman out of you,” he offered with a wink.
Shaking my head, I tried to keep the scowl on my face, but it was hard. He was worried, I knew he was, but he was doing his best to keep me distracted. He just didn’t realize the amount of pain that came with child birth. I was told the second one was supposed to be easier.
Big fucking myth if you asked me.
“See, you’re feeling better already.”
I groaned as another searing pain shot through me. “We’re never having sex again,” I declared. I was sure I’d change my mind in a few weeks, but at this moment I was completely serious.
“You couldn’t even keep away from riding my dick while full term carrying my babies.”
“Don’t remind me. There’s not only one that’s going to be ripping me apart, but two. Always the over achiever!”
Chuckling, he leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead. The kiss only made me feel marginally better. I’d be a lot better once the babies were out of me and I was holding them in my arms.
~*~ TT ~*~
Devon
I’ve achieved a lot in my life, but watching my wife give birth to two beautiful girls was by far the most remarkable, with my destination wedding to Abigail in Bermuda four months after we first met running a close second.
The month when she’d taken off had been hard for me. It had given me a fair amount of time to reflect, and I realized one major thing about myself: I was going from woman to woman because I was afraid to commit. But Abigail didn’t make me feel afraid. She made me feel like being with her and only her was the only possible outcome. And it was.
Amy had been a non-issue. I’d received a few threatening texts and calls from her after I arrived home with Abigail at my side, but it was only a matter of sending her a very formal letter reminding her of her legal obligations to make it stop. The contract had been a stupid idea, so even if it had gone public, the fault was solely on me. Besides, considering Amy had resigned, it could have all been chalked up to a disgruntled former worker attempting to tarnish my reputation.
“Aren’t they cute, Daddy?” Isabella asked pulling me from my thoughts with a little tug on my hand. She was staring up at the babies who were in her mother’s arms. “Can I hold them mommy?”
“No sweetheart. Not right now,” Abigail replied, giving her oldest daughter a weak smile.
“Awww,” she pouted, jutting out her lower lip.
“When we all go home together, maybe then, how’s that?” I offered, giving Isabella’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“Okay. What are their names?” She looked up at me as she asked. I swear, with each day that passed she looked more like her mother. She was going to be a knockout when she got older. Shit, now I had three daughters to worry about when they became young women.
“Jasmine and Lily,” Abigail said, looking down lovingly at first one and then the other baby.
Isabella considered it for a moment. I could almost see the wheels turning in that cute, little, pigtailed head of hers. Finally, she nodded. “I like it. Sounds pretty.”
Looking at the women in my life, I finally understood something that my mother used to tell me growing up. I wished she were still alive so I could tell her I finally understood. The only time you are truly wealthy is when you have people in your life to share it with. I may not have had much growing up, but the one thing I had no shortage of was love.
I understood now what she meant now. Looking at the three women of varying ages before me, I doubted I could be any wealthier.
The End
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