Epilogue (Avery)
One Year Later
“Okay everyone, I know you’ve all been waiting for this day,” I say into the webcam. “So here it is, my first video in my new bedroom. Except as you all know, it isn’t just my bedroom, it’s also The Unicorn’s bedroom.”
It isn’t really our bedroom, it’s our new fake bedroom. Since the day Nathan freaked out on my lawn, I’ve stayed in Knox’s real bedroom every night. He asked me to officially move in about four months ago.
Nathan hasn’t attempted any contact with me since, but word on the street is that he found a new girlfriend, one just as boring as him. Which is great, I’m glad they found each other. If nothing else, it keeps him out of my life.
“Over here is his closet,” I say, pointing the webcam to a fake closet with some of his old clothes hanging in it.
I moved in, of course, but I couldn’t do anything with my house, like rent it out or sell it, because of my fake bedroom. All we could do was have lots of sex in it. But it’s hardly sensible to keep paying a mortgage for that.
We couldn’t set up a fake bedroom in Knox’s house because of Piper. So, after I officially agreed to move in, Knox built an extension on his garage. It takes up more of the backyard, but I now have my fake bedroom-office in a room at the back of the garage.
A windowless room, so Piper can’t look in, but Knox put in skylights so it’s nice and bright for filming.
Piper thinks it’s a storeroom. And she thinks I’m taking a very, very long time to finish my novel.
“And over here is the bed. You can see it’s my old bed, I love the headboard far too much to leave it behind at my old place.”
Especially when he drapes me over it to lick my pussy.
It might be the same headboard, but Knox put in a really good mattress. And with him working in the next room all day, it’s going to get a lot of use. Because in the daytime, when Piper’s out, I get to yell his name as loud as I want.
I’m careful not to show them the back wall with the shelves stacked with the products I promote, or the other closet that’s jam packed with lingerie I’m sent to promote.
My embarrassing plea to Knox video went viral, and I got my target of ten million subscribers within days. I swear the whole nation saw it, but, miraculously, somehow this corner of Ohio missed it and no one in town knows what I do. Including Piper.
But as a result, I have triple the products to pimp as I did before. And my income has shot up as a result.
Darla is jealous of my new studio, especially since, and I quote “Your perfect specimen of a man built it with his own two fucking hands.”
She’s doing okay, her vlog hasn’t taken off like mine but she’s increasing her numbers daily. Along with the number of men in her life. She decided one man at a time wasn’t enough to please her in the bedroom and now exclusively engages in sex with two or more guys at a time.
Young, old, she’s not discerning, as long as there’s at least two cocks in the room. Knox and I nearly died laughing when we found out one of those men is often Marcus.
After it came out, Marcus confessed to Knox that he couldn’t get enough of her. He drives the hour to her place just for a booty call.
“Anyway, enough of the tour, I want to move on to today’s topic. It’s something you’re going to be hearing a lot about and I’m sure it’s something many of you struggle with. How to have good sex when you’re pregnant.”
“Let’s start with the early stages, as in, the stage I’m in now.” I pause to let my viewers digest the news.
It was no accident. The reason Knox officially asked me to move in, was because he decided with Piper in high school, and therefore practically all grown up, he decided he wanted another child.
Which sounded perfect to me. Playing mother to Piper flipped a maternal switch in me, and the thought of a baby in my arms was ideal. Plus I already know ahead of time what an amazing father he is. I have far too many friends whose husbands turned out to offer no support, other than playing sports with the kids and showing them age-inappropriate movies.
We made an appointment to have my IUD removed the very next day.
I carry on talking, “When your boobs are so tender and you want to smack your man if he goes anywhere near them.”
I certainly wanted to hit Knox hard last night when he put his hand anywhere near my breasts. I’d read they’d be tender at first, but holy hell, tender doesn’t begin to describe it. Of course Knox isn’t complaining, as they’ve gone up a cup size already and it’s only early days.
Piper is ecstatic to become a big sister. Now her would you rather questions are all on girl versus boy. “Would you rather have a baby who pees straight up in the air when you change him or one who takes forever to clean up after she poops?” Or “Would you rather have a baby who gets to wear cute dresses, or who you can dress up in a mini tuxedo?”
She’s already promised to do all the free babysitting we want. I wonder if she’ll start asking questions if we get her to babysit while we go into the garage for an hour or two.
High school has been great for her, since she was already so grown up going in. The transition to her new school went super smoothly, and she’s joined the debating club. She’s made lots of new friends, though she hasn’t brought any boys home yet. Knox would probably implode, but I’m here to back her up.
We haven’t heard anything more from her biological mother. Piper’s decided she doesn’t want anything to do with her, and that she doesn’t need her since she has me now.
The door opens, and Knox asks, “Ready?”
I spin the webcam around and bring Knox into the frame. “Here he is now everyone, meet The Unicorn.”
Knox scowls at the lens.
“Let’s do that again, can you smile this time?”
He flashes a big smile for me, and it lights up his whole, gorgeous face. No matter how many times I see it, it still melts my panties. My viewers are going to die when they see him. They’ll probably demand I put him in every video.
“Okay,” I say and stop recording. I’ll piece it all together in the edit.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Knox holds open the door of his Thunderbird, and I climb in. He gets in the driver’s side, put the key in the ignition and turns it. But not enough to turn the engine over, just enough to turn the radio on.
“I put this radio in just for you.” He takes my phone and fiddles with the Bluetooth settings until my phone connects to the speakers.
“What happened to being true to the era?” He’s always so particular about restoring his cars.
He doesn’t say anything, but scrolls through my playlists until he find the Red Hot Chili Peppers and starts my playlist. “Take Me to the Other Side” starts playing.
“I figured this would be worth it. Because you know, this is the song where I first realized you were different.”
My brow creases but I don’t say anything. He takes my hand in his. Our eyes connect, sending a now familiar feeling of warmth through me, but also a shock of electricity that makes me shiver.
Knox lifts his hand, and brushes his calloused finger down my cheek.
“This seemed like a good idea at the time.” He takes something from his pocket and holds it in his fingers, his hand between us.
“Marry me, Avery. I picked out a vintage ring for you, but we can change it if you don’t like it.”
The ring is beautiful, with a cluster of diamonds on a white gold band. It matches the car, Knox, and I love it.
I swallow hard and tears prick the corners of my eyes. Flinging my arms around him, I whisper into his ear say, “Yes! A million times yes! And I love the ring.”
Knox pulls his lips to mine, and we sit in the front seat of his Thunderbird, necking.