Naomi

Two Years Later

Being twenty-three never felt so good. Four months ago, Dom and I got married. Fortunately, Annie made the divorce process easy. It took a few months and despite all the ups and downs, I remained patient.

Two months after I returned to school, Dominic moved closer to my campus, which is three hours away from my hometown in Siesta Keys, claiming he didn’t want to stay too far away from me. He hired a new manager for his gym, and goes twice a week to make sure it’s still running well.

Instead of staying in my dorm, I moved in with him, all while carrying his son.

When Dominic Junior – our little D.J. – was born, it was the greatest day of my life. I was filled to the brim with joy, and wasn’t sure where to pour it out. I dedicated the rest of my school year to him, ready for my graduation day to finally come so I could spend more time with him, Dom, and Hannah.

Today is my graduation party and everyone I love is here, in our home. Mom, Dad, Julia — even some of my aunts and uncles — and of course, my kids. Yes, my kids.

Annie abandoned Hannah again. The Saturday after we found out the sex of the baby, and when she noticed my tummy growing, she didn’t show up. Or the Saturday after that. Or after that.

She didn’t call. Didn’t text. She’d changed her number and didn’t even let us know. She just disappeared. But it was okay, because I became Hannah’s mother. I had no problem being that. She needed a mother who was good to her. A mother who cared. I could give her that. I wanted to give her that.

Maybe she realized Hannah is better off without her, or maybe she was trying to win Dom back, but knew me being pregnant was the deal-breaker. I don’t know how she can stay away from a beautiful soul like Hannah’s. She’s the sweetest little girl and has the softest heart. Annie is a fool to leave her behind.

I peel the wrapper off a cupcake, and just as I bite into it, Dom comes into the kitchen, carrying D.J. in his arms.

“Hey,” I sing. “What are you two up to?”

“He wants to go swimming,” Dom chuckles. “Your mom agreed to take him and Hannah out to the pool.”

“Okay. I’ll grab their swimming clothes.” I place my cupcake on the counter and walk to the laundry room, glancing back when D.J. who looks just like his father with his big brown eyes and sandy hair, rushes out of the kitchen, calling for his Papa Barry.

I open the door to the laundry room and take their swimming clothes off the hangers. Heat smothers my backside and a strong arm wraps around me. He reels me back, pressing his warm lips on my ear, while using his other hand to slide the door shut.

“Dom,” I laugh. “The party. They’re gonna know we’re missing.”

He spins me around, taking the swimwear from my hands and then picking me up to plant my ass on the dryer. He steps between my legs, and I tear at his jeans while he pushes my dress up. I can never resist a good quickie.

“I love it when you aren’t wearing panties, baby,” he murmurs in my ear, sliding me to edge of the dryer. His warm, thick cock presses on my thigh, and I grab it, adjusting him so the head is pressing on my entrance. “We’re celebrating your graduation. I want to show you how proud I am of you.”

He holds my hips, his lips pressing on mine as he slowly sinks into me. My lips part and he drops his head, holding me close, sucking on the hollow of my neck and groaning like he can’t get enough.

“I’m so damn proud of you, Naomi,” he says, dragging his lips back up and kissing me whole. I hold his face in my hands as he hauls me closer, stroking in and out, his tongue slipping through my lips. He tastes just like the sugar cookies Mom set up on the table.

We both pant heavily, our hands all over each other.

I can hear people in the kitchen, and he starts to pull away, ready to stop, but I pull him back in. “Keep going,” I beg. “I’m so close.”

My words are his ammo. He fills me back up, cupping the back of my neck. I kiss him even harder, so close, my pussy clenching around him. I feel the heat tunneling down — the fire brewing inside me — and I can’t help myself. I shatter, coming around his beautiful cock.

He comes right after me, squeezing me tight and stilling inside me, his body hard and tense.

“You are so fucking sexy when you come,” he whispers to me, grabbing my chin and placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Come on. Let’s get the kids out to the pool and get you cleaned up.”

I smile as he helps me off the dryer. He buttons his jeans while I fix my dress. He walks out first, and I step out when a minute has passed and the kitchen has cleared.

“We were just looking for you, Omi!” Mom sings holding Hannah’s hand.

“Mommy!” Hannah sings.

Hannah runs to me, wrapping her arms around my leg. D.J. starts to pout and wants out of Dad’s arms, holding his out for me.

“Oh, what? You’re just gonna abandon Papa like that?” Dad teases him, placing him on his feet.

I pick Dom up, laughing. “I’ll get them dressed.”

“I’ll help you, sweetie,” Mom insists, grabbing Hannah and swooping her up in her arms.

I turn and catch Dom standing beside Dad. Like he feels someone watching him, he looks up, meeting my eyes. When they connect, I smile, and he does the same. A full, beautiful smile that makes my insides melt.

I’m married to the man of my dreams. My parents have accepted us, and they adore the kids and love them unconditionally. And me and Dom? We aren’t perfect, but we are happy, and in the end, that’s all that matters.

I’m living in bliss. Who could ask for a better life?