She pulls up her nightgown, slipping it over her head, her full breasts even more beautiful now that I know she is a mother, her fuller figure a fucking altar I want to worship at, knowing what it has been through to bring our children into the world.

Cherish was never like other girls, and now, through her tears, I see she isn't like other women either. She feels everything so deeply, yet holds so much back, but now that she feels safe with me beside her, her walls crumble, and she opens herself to me—offering me all she has to give.

Her hands find my cock as she straddles me, my fingers running over her bare pussy. She's so sweet, and wet, so fragrant and tempting. I bring a finger, covered in her come, to my mouth, wanting to taste her. She is fucking spun sugar and I want another piece of her cunt-candy.

"James, when you touch me I forget to breathe..." She laughs. "Is that bad?"

"If it's bad, then I'm going to hell, love. Because baby, when you touch me, I forget where I am."

She leans over me, lifting her ass, letting my hard cock fill her creamy pussy. She sinks onto me, whimpering in pleasure as she does. Her body rocks over mine, and for just having a set of triplets she is still nice and tight like her body was made for mine.

She moves faster, and my thumb finds her clit, letting her revel in the pleasure of being touched and fucked at the same time. I've only ever been with her, but it's like I know how to work her body over. Like I was made for her in the same way she was made for me.

When she comes, she moans, and I cover her mouth, knowing how hard she worked to nurse and put those babies to sleep. Our babies.

I'm a father. And I am going to make Cherish my wife the first chance I get.

I come in her too, hard and fast, filling her the way I did under the oak tree, knowing I am going to take her again before the sun rises. Knowing I need to run my fingers over her ass, filling her up from behind. She is my gentle flower that is finally in bloom. I want to examine her petals, let her take hold of my stem.

She falls against my chest, exhausted from the talking and the fucking, and when I wrap my arms around her, I sing her to sleep. The song on my lips, one I know she loves: Don't Talk. Put Your Head On My Shoulder. The Beach Boys were always her favorite, and when she begins to breathe heavily, her body cradled in my hold, I know I picked the right one to put her to sleep.

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The next day, I realize just how hard my love has been working doing this on her own. She's nursing these babies around the clock, in between changing cloth diapers, hand washing them in the boiling water, hanging them to dry—it's a full day’s work—and she hasn't even fed herself. I notice her stomach rumbling, and ask what she's been eating.

"Canned beans and veggies." She points to her makeshift pantry. All home-canned goods—which is impressive, but she's burning through so many calories a day just feeding our children.

"You need some meat on your bones, woman. Some eggs at least."

"If I go to the store I’ll raise a lot of questions. Like, why is a woman with newborn triplets alone in the middle of nowhere?"

I nod. "I get that, baby, but I hate seeing you this way. Half-starved. And we need some tools. Do you even have an ax for firewood?"

She scrunches up her adorable nose. "No, I've been gathering sticks for kindling, for boiling water when I wash the diapers."

"Baby," I tell her, holding a cooing Andrew in my arms. "We're gonna need some more supplies."

Cherish folds her hands over her chest. "You think I need a man to survive? I've been doing just fine on my own."

"I know you have, this set up is impressive as hell, considering you already have so much on your plate. But let me go to town, buy some tools, talk to Jaxon about getting the utilities turned on out here. Hell, there’s an ancient stove and fridge—you just need the power turned on. You're roughing it more than you have to."

"I've been a squatter, James, I couldn't exactly call the utility company. I'm on the run, remember?"'

"You were on the run. You aren't running anymore. Jaxon already told me he has a job for me, so that's covered. We can fix this cabin up real nice, and hell, once we add another few bedrooms on the back, it will be home we can really live in. I can do that in no time."

"Nothing is ever that easy for us, James."

"It's different now. Now we are free from the past, remember? And when I'm in town I'll also find out about a marriage certificate."

Cherish purses her lips. "Is that a proposal?"

I shake my head. "Not officially. I need a ring first, for that." I pull a guitar pick from my jeans pocket. "But for now, take this and know I have been preparing for our life together for as long as I can remember."

She leans over and kisses me. "You better get me some carbs when you're in town too, forget the eggs and bacon. I want a donut and coffee. With cream." Her eyes light up at the thought.

I kiss her back. "You'll be okay up here while I go get some stuff?"

She smiles. "I've been here for a month, hanging on. I'll be okay for a while longer."

"I'll stop at Jaxon's and tell Harper to come over, is that okay? I'd feel better if you weren't alone."

"Okay, baby," she says, kissing the guitar pick, and slipping it into her skirt pocket. "I'll be waiting for you, now and forever."

I kiss her again, then the heads of our three babies, feeling like the goddamn king of this mountain. I have my woman, our children, and a place to make a home.

Now that we are together nothing can stop us.