Epilogue

Grayson

Nearly 9 months later…

‘Beautiful Crazy by Luke Combs’ flows through the hallway as I open the front door of my house, a smile curls my lips as flashes of dancing with my wife on our wedding night slam into me. Putting my bag down on the floor next to the entry table, I place my keys on top wanting to check on my wife. She wasn’t feeling good today, morning sickness has totally kicked her ass her whole pregnancy and today I told her I had enough of her pushing herself to get up every day to come to work. So I demanded she stays in bed and tries to relax. She was pissed and then the tears came and it was nearly enough to break me but I knew it was better for her to be in bed at home and not in a cramped office with me hovering over her all day. Well, I don't think I hover, those are her words, not mine.

“Grayson,” she calls out snapping me out of my thoughts as her husky voice slides over me in a smooth caress.

“Hey Princess, how was your d--” she cuts me off before I can finish.

“Get your ass in here now,” her voice bordering on hysteria and has the blood pumping through my veins as I race into the living room. I stop dead in my tracks as Mackenzie is bent over at the waist gripping the back of the lounge, breathing hard. My cock twitches at the sight and I can’t stop the growl escaping my mouth.

“Stop checking me out and get your ass over here,” she pants. “FUCK,” her fingers turn white from the death grip she has on the cushion, as her body bends a little more.

“You did this to me so fucking fix it,” she hisses out whimpering

Shit, snapping out of my lust filled head I always seem to fall into whenever I am in the same room as my wife I snap into action and clear the space between us in seconds. Rubbing her back she hisses out making me pause in my movements.

“Just breathe baby,” I murmur.

“What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do have a fucking picnic?! I am fucking breathing you big brute but it’s not working,” she gasps as tears swim down her face and I have to bite off a chuckle because when she gets worked up and pissed off the funniest shit flies out of her mouth. I have learned to just shut my mouth otherwise I just piss her off more.

“I cannot believe I let you do this to me,” she whimpers as her body begins to relax a little. I ignore her comment because she fucking begs for my cock every fucking chance she gets and she knows it. Rubbing her back I watch as her grip lessons on the cushion wanting to get her ass to the hospital.

“What, now you are a fucking mute?” she hisses as her body comes up standing, still rubbing her back I place my hand on her belly and feel how tight it is bending slightly till my mouth is near her ear and hold back a chuckle when her body instinctively shivers at my nearness.

“Princess, if I say anything it will probably only piss you off further, so how bout’ we get your little ass in the truck and then get your ass to the hospital so we can have our baby,” pulling back I smirk when I see her eyes closed. Her eyes snap open flashing with burning fire and somehow, I know it before she speaks that I fucked up.

“We?” she hisses leaning forward as another pain envelopes her. “Screw this we shit Player, I'm the one that’s gonna be pushing…” panting she whimpers again “I'm pushing this baby out, not YOU!” she grits out finally. She lets out a scream that rocks me to my core and I need to get her moving now. Without another word, I sweep her up into my arms, her head falls to my shoulder as she curls in on herself without giving a fuck about the music blaring through the speakers I march us out to the truck. Balancing her in one arm I open her door and as gently as I possibly can I slide her into her seat before pulling the belt around her belly and snapping it into place. As I go to lean back and shut her door, she grabs my shirt, her words coming out hard and fast as she tries to catch her breath.

“You are never touching me again.”

The possessiveness when it comes to my wife pushes forward at her words and I grit my teeth with the need to spank her ass and prove her words wrong. Taking in a deep breath I let it slowly before I speak.

“You wanna be pissed and scream you go for it babe, but you are mine, this body is mine.” Cupping the side of her face I run my thumb under her eye, catching a lone tear before it can fall.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles before I can say anything else.

“Don’t be sorry my Princess.” I kiss her lips softly and she sighs into my mouth just like the first time I ever kissed her and I feel her body melt for me.

“Let’s go have a baby,” I murmur above her lips. “Remember no girls only boys we have to think positive through this whole thing,” I remind her knowing if she gave me a girl I would probably end up locked up in a fucking jail cell if she came out looking anything like my wife. Her eyes shine and her giggle slips free seeming lost in thought and the pain is forgotten for a moment and if this is the way I can help and make it less painful then that’s what I will do. I will talk her ear off just to hear her laugh and watch as that breathtaking smile overtakes her face. Letting me go I kiss her one last time before pulling back and shutting her door, racing around the other side of the car I jump in and start the motor.

“You know, oh wise husband of mine,” she groans as she leans forward and braces her palms against the dashboard. “We don’t get to pick and choose the sex.”

“The night I got you pregnant babe I made a deal with God that I was only to have sons,” I grit out feeling a cool sweat take over my skin at the thought of a little girl.

“We will see,” is the last thing she gets out as the pain skyrockets through her and our world for the next four hours turns upside down and turned around as tears, screams and a lot of heavy breathing were involved. That shit was nothing like our wedding night but by the time the last push was done our son, Lucus King, was screaming into the world and for the second time in the last nine months my world was rocked, shifted and finally complete.

“I love you, Princess,” I murmur into her ear as she lays back against my chest feeding our son. My heart skips a beat as his cool blue eyes lock with mine and I know I would lay down my world for what is in my arms right now. Reaching over to the bedside table I grab my phone, searching for my music app I hit the song I found the other day and I hit play. As ‘Die a Happy Man by Thomas Rhett’ flows through the otherwise quiet hospital room I hold my family tighter as I sing to my wife.

“I love you, Player,” her watery words float over the music ingraining in my soul and I know I made the right decision claiming her as mine over nine months ago.

Mackenzie is the beginning and end of my world and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

 

The End

One Brother down & Three to go….