Epilogue
Brandon
One Year Later
My hands were shaking as I held Melissa’s. I woke them all up with a trip to the museum, but today was special.
Very, very special.
The kids ran hand in hand while they looked around at all the exhibits. Max was telling me about all the dinosaurs while Sarah was regaling Melissa with how beautiful the landscaping exhibits with the animals looked. I held Melissa close to me, her body pressed into mine as her arm wrapped around my body. I kissed the top of her head while the kids raised a fuss, but I couldn’t help it when I heard Melissa’s stomach growl.
My palms started to sweat.
“Hey,” I called out to the kids. “You guys hungry?”
“Yeah!” they exclaimed in unison.
“This is exhausting,” Melissa said breathlessly.
“Such a shame. I was hoping to make this a yearly tradition.”
“I actually kind of like that idea. Every year, around this time, we could bring the kids out so they could enjoy things. Not sure what they’re gonna do once they get bigger, but it’ll work while they’re young,” she said.
“Then we’ll reevaluate once they're a bit older. For now, let’s just enjoy it,” I said.
They ran in front of us to the cafeteria as Mel and I jumped in line with them. I nodded to the greeter, shaking his hand before I squeezed it twice. We went through the line and gathered up all the food we could possibly want and then found a comfortable booth along the wall lined with windows. It was a beautiful day, and we still had the outside exhibits to see, so I wanted the kids to get excited for our adventure outside before we returned home.
The music playing softly over the speakers slowly rose in volume. Enough to catch Melissa’s attention. She started looking around for someone to talk to as the kids started singing along to the song, but all I could do was bury a smirk.
And then, the song came on. I Think I Wanna Marry You by Bruno Mars.
“I like this song,” Sarah said.
“You do, huh?” I asked, grinning.
“Why is this music so—?”
Just then, someone came up beside her and started mouthing the lyrics. He was dancing and twirling, and the kids were giggling at him. They clapped their hands as people began to rise from the seats, and one by one they all fell into a choreographed routine. Mel’s jaw was unhinged with surprise as I smiled fondly at her reaction. The kids were squealing and clapping their hands while Sarah danced to the music in her seat. They twirled and whirled. They picked up partners and tossed them across the room. People were clapping their hands and snapping pictures, but I was only focused on one thing.
The small little box pressed deeply into my thigh.
Just as the main dancing couple looked as if they were about to get married, I slid from my seat and got down on one knee. I pulled out the box from my pocket and raised it up into the air, snapping the top open as everyone around us gasped. Melissa’s eyes peeled from the dancing couple as her eyes fell to the sparkling ring, and instantly, her hands flew to her mouth.
I saw tears fill her eyes as I drew in a deep breath.
“Melissa Jensen Conway, not taking you as my wife the first time was single-handedly the dumbest thing I’ve ever done in my life. There wasn’t a moment that went by that I didn’t miss you, and the moment you stepped into my office, my heart leaped out for you. I loved you despite every tear on your face in that first session. It just took me a little longer to realize it. Mel, you are the tried and true love of my life, and I know I want to marry you.”
“Mommy, what’s going on?” Sarah asked.
She looked over at her daughter as she held out her arm for her. Sarah scooted in, pressing herself deeply into her mother’s body before she looked down at the ring.
“Sarah, I have a question to ask you, too,” I said.
“What?” Melissa asked.
“Okay,” Sarah said.
“I’m asking your mother if it’s okay if we get married. Do you know what that means?” I asked.
“It means you guys wanna stay together forever,” she said.
“It means I love your mother very much. Enough to protect her and care for her the rest of my life. But that means you, too. I want to love you and care for you and protect you for the rest of your life. Is that okay with you?” I asked.
“Does this mean you’ll be a real daddy?” she asked.
“If you want me to be, yes,” he said.
“Mommy, please marry Brandon. Please? He’s gonna be a daddy,” she said, whispering.
Tears were streaming down Mel’s face, and I reached out to take her left hand. Max jumped in, standing behind me as he threw his arms around my neck.
“Miss Mel, if you marry Daddy, can I call you Mommy?” he asked.
And if the dam hadn’t burst before, it sure as hell did then.
“Yes. Oh. Oh, my gosh. Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Brandon. And I’d love to be your mother, Max. So very much.”
The crowd cheered as the song looped in for another play, and I pulled Melissa up from her seat. I wrapped her tightly in my arms as Sarah and Max clung to both of us, their smiles bright as I gazed into Mel’s eyes. I was going to spend eternity losing myself in the yellow speckles that reminded me of the morning sun, and I slipped the ring onto her finger before I brought her hand to my lips.
Mel was speechless, and my heart was soaring with joy.
Her arms wrapped around my neck as she raised her lips to meet mine. My hands pressed into the small of her back, dipping her backward while the sniffling crowd cheered us on. Max and Sarah were grimacing at our kissing, telling us to stop being gross just before Mel giggled against my lips.
The vibrations buzzed through my body as my fingertips began to knead the small of her back.
“Keep that up, and we’ll have to go home soon,” she said as she pulled back from my lips.
“Is that a promise?” I asked devilishly.
“Brandon Black, you animal,” she said, smirking.
“An animal you get to have for the rest of your life,” I said.
We spent the entire night tangled up in one another, trying out positions we’d only ever seen in our dreams. I pinned her against the wall with her tit in my mouth. I pressed her against the window so the world could behold her beauty. I stuffed my cock down her throat while I ate her beautifully dripping pussy. We even writhed along the floor of our massive walk-in shower as we tried to clean ourselves up.
And every single time her body shook for me, I could feel her love radiating outward and all around my body.
“I love you,” she said breathlessly as my tongue licked up her slit.
“And I love you,” I said before I dove back into her depths.
Neither of us slept a wink that night, and I knew it was a tradition we’d carry on for the rest of our days. I’d sink myself into her, and she’d keen like the beautiful woman she was. She’d roll me over, and I’d growl like the animal I had buried deep inside of me. I’d pin her to walls and bend her over counters. I’d take her from behind while she was cooking dinner and lick her pussy just to see her wake up with an orgasm rolling over her body.
I’d do anything to hear those words tumble from her lips.
“I love you, Brandon,” she said sleepily as the sun rose above the trees.
“And I love you, Mel,” I said as the children began to stir.
***The End***
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