EPILOGUE
Cruise
Five Years Later
“Molly’s asleep.” I press my wife up against the door to our bedroom, spreading open-mouth kisses along her neck as we grind against one another. Pulling back, I push my hands up her tank top, palming her breasts, moaning as I feel her nipples peak against her bra. “I paid Kelsea her stupid-ass babysitting fee, she’s gone. We’re alone.” I can hear the annoyance in my voice. It’s been an on-going argument between the two of us, how I’d watched her for free as a kid, and now she charges us.
We’ve been out with friends and family, had a DD, and both of us have had a little too much to drink. Her with the margaritas she likes to indulge in with the ladies, and me with the whiskey Morgan and I were shooting straight with my dad.
“God, I want you.” She rakes her nails across my neck, down my back, and fists my shirt in her hands.
I want her too. Molly is three now, born within the first two years of us getting married, and we’ve finally got this parenting thing down. But for the last few years, we’ve been winging it, quickies while she’s napping, weekend fuck fests when we can both get the time off and grandparents are willing to take her, but all of it is planned. There’s really no spontaneity anymore, except tonight. This right here, is the most spontaneous we’ve been since we brought Molly home from the hospital. It’s not planned, set aside time to be with one another. It’s this crazy passionate moment where she’s been teasing my cock all night, and as soon as the bedroom door had shut, I couldn’t wait to get my mouth and hands on her, cock inside her.
“Fuck, I want you too,” I moan as I finish pushing the tank top up and over her head. My hands are clumsy as I pull down the lace cups of her bra, those tight nipples calling to me, making my mouth water as I lean my head down and take first one, then the other deep, twirling my tongue around them. When I lean back to admire my handiwork, I see the evidence of the moisture of my mouth there, bringing my thumbs up to worry the nubs into even harder points.
“Damn it, I ache for you.” She’s pushing her core hard against my cock.
I haven’t been this drunk in a long time, and all I know is I want to fuck. It’s the only thing I want to do when I get this far gone. “I ache for you too.” I hold her against the door with one hand, while with the other I tear at my belt, push my boxers down, and free my engorged dick. “Shit, that feels better.” I lick the palm of my hand, bringing it in between her thighs, where the only thing covering her is a short skirt, and some skimpy as fuck lace panties. My girl knew what she wanted tonight when she got dressed.
“Really, Red? Lace bra and panties? Were you horny? Did you want to tempt me? Is that why you couldn’t keep your hands off me under the table tonight?”
Her head falls back against the door, a loud bang, that I pray to God doesn’t wake up our daughter. “Yeah.” She thrusts against my fingers. “I need you, hot stuff, need you so bad.”
When I push inside her, throwing my head back, because every time with her is always like the first time, she gasps loudly.
“Babe, do you have a condom?”
What the fuck? “No, we’re married. What the hell Ruby?”
“I’m late in getting my birth control renewed. You know, with us having two more-than-full-time-jobs, a child, life. I don’t have an appointment until the end of next month.”
But that doesn’t stop her from grinding on my length. “You keep doing that, and there’s no chance in hell I’ll be able to pull out,” I groan loudly, wrapping my forearms around her thighs, as I walk us over to the bed, throwing her down as I climb on top of her, and really give my hips room to work.
“Feels so good.” She claws at my shirt, fisting it as she pulls it off my body, running her hands along my chest, tweaking my nipples how I like it.
“Fuck, Red.” I’m trying to keep it together here, but she’s not making things easy. She’s thrusting against me, and I’m pushing into her, the bed is hitting against the wall, and neither one of us are caring about the noise we’re making. That’s when I feel it, the tingle in my lower back. Separating from a kiss that’s out of control, I pant. “Gotta stop, babe, we need to stop. I’m gonna come.” I try to prevent my dick from pushing inside her, try to pull away. I give it a valiant effort, but at the last second, she thrusts up. “Gotta come.” And right as I feel my cock pulse, she encloses me with her wet heat. “Fuck,” I groan out for more reasons that one, as she trembles around my body, holding me tightly.
Long minutes later, we’re still lying connected, each panting as we try to get our breath back. “I tried,” I breathe into her neck. “I love you, so I tried.”
“I know.” Her breath tickles the skin of my ear as she giggles in that way tipsy people do. “I don’t think the timing was right anyway. I’ve only been without birth control for a week or so, it’s probably still in my system. We’re good, hot stuff. Either way, I love you for trying.”
Ruby
A Few Weeks Later
“Before I give you the prescription. is there any chance you could be pregnant?” My OB/GYN asks as I sit in her office, having already done all the other examinations I need to get my birth control refilled.
“No,” I answer, but then that super-hot night where Caleb and I didn’t use anything comes to the forefront of my mind. “Wait, yes. There was one time, a week after my birth control ran out, but I figured it’d still be in my system, and it was only once,” I shrug. “Although I haven’t had a period since then, and I have been feeling a little off the past few days, I just figured it was stress.”
“Once is all it takes,” she laughs. “Let me go ahead and take some blood. We’ll run the test, call, and let you know.”
Sitting in the chair, waiting to have my blood drawn, is the most nerve-wracking experience ever. Molly had been planned; we’d gone into it with the decision we wanted a baby, had bought a house in preparation of her coming, not too far from either one of our parents’ and had done it by the book. This is giving me anxiety. This, if it turns out to be positive, has not been planned. As I get up from the chair, I’m a little dizzy, causing me to sit back down for a minute while they wrap my arm with gauze. “I haven’t eaten today,” I explain when they look at me funny.
When I leave, I head straight for The Café, where Caleb and I are meeting for a rare lunch date. As I walk in and look around for my husband, I’m struck with how hot he looks sitting in the booth, Molly sitting on his lap, him holding his phone, so they can watch something. He’s got his chin resting on her head, and they’re engrossed in whatever it is. Fuck he’s hot when he’s being such a good dad. As I get closer, his head lifts, and the smile that spreads across his face makes my heart pound faster. Getting up out of the booth, he carefully sets Molly down, before meeting me and wrapping his arms around me.
“Hey, Red, what’s with the arm?” I kiss him softly before we snuggle into the booth together, sitting next to one another. “By the way, I already ordered for you.”
That’s the good thing about having a husband that knows you so well. He knows what you like, when you’re freaking out, and when something is going on. The waitress comes, dropping off a water for me with lemon. I offer her a smile, before I turn to my husband.
“They had to do blood work.”
Immediately, those brown eyes of his are worried. “Something wrong?”
Looking around, to make sure none of our families are here, I lean in. “I had to take a pregnancy test. Ya know, because of that night?”
“Shit, it was once, I mean that doesn’t happen, right?”
“Karina said it happened for her and your dad.” I push my hand through my hair. “It wouldn’t be an awful thing, I’ve been thinking about it.” I hook my arm into his elbow. “Granted it wasn’t planned like Molly, but if it happens, it happens.”
* * *
Eight months later as I’m holding my son, Levi, in my arms waiting for my in-laws and Molly to come meet him, I glance up at my husband and smile.
“Are you happy, Red?” He leans down, pushing the blanket back from Levi’s face.
“Very! Tired, but happy.”
When the door opens and they walk in, Molly slowly makes her way over, before I reach out with my hand, smiling at her. She smiles back at me, the same smile her dad has. “Come meet your little brother,” I encourage her, glancing at her “Big Sister” shirt.
Caleb stands next to his dad, the two of them patting each other on the back. Mason folds his arms over his chest. “What did y’all end up naming him?”
“Levi Mason Harrison,” he says the words like they’re no big deal, but when we get to his middle name, Mason and Karina gasp, and I can feel the emotion in the room.
My husband looks at his dad. “A strong name for my son that matches the strongest man I know.”
As I watch them embrace and hand Levi over to Kelsea, I reach down to my phone and take a picture.
Two men, thrown away by one woman, who overcame every obstacle to be the amazing people they are today. If that’s not a testament to love, I don’t know what is.
In this moment, Caleb and Mason Harrison, they set the bar for this baby held in his aunt’s arms, and they show Kelsea who real men are. And the one on the left who wears the ring I put on his finger? He shows me loyalty, compassion, and the love of a great man every day.
If anyone asked me to describe him?
Caleb Harrison. Good man, wonderful father, and the greatest love of my life.
The End
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