Epilogue

 

Eighteen months later…

 

Ethan watched Kristen sleep, her beauty captivating him. He particularly liked the way her long lashes brushed her soft cheeks.

She murmured as her eyes slowly opened. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice slurred from sleep.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered.

But now she was fully awake and snuggling up to him. “No, I won’t go back to sleep until you tell me why you were staring at me.”

“Can’t I watch my wife sleep?”

Before she could answer, a noise interrupted them. “Oh no, this is too early,” she lamented.

Ethan reached over and kissed her nose. “I’ll do it.”

“Make sure to check the temperature on the back of your hand,” she advised as he got out of the bed.

Chuckling, he slipped into a pair of shorts and covered that with his robe. His mind went back to three months ago.

 

“Aaahhhhh!” a bloodcurdling scream ripped through the silence of the hospital lounge.

Ethan paced the floor, looking frantically at the entrance of the delivery room. He’d been late and he knew Kristen must be furious with him. Their plan was for him to be inside when she gave birth but he was late…

While pacing the hospital lounge he recalled the day he received the good news. It was just after his mother was released from the psychiatric facility where she served out her six months. Kristen hadn’t been feeling well and they thought she caught the flu. After taking a few over the counter medicines and still not feeling better she went to the doctor.

He’d gone to visit his mother at the mansion where she apologized for what she did and promised to bridge a relationship with Kristen. They spend some time at the fireplace, burning the documents that could destroy Harold and any other documents they deemed dangerous.

“I’m starting over. Can you forgive me for being a terrible mother?” Helen looked expectantly at her son.

“Of course, Mother. I love you,” he said.

“I love you too, my son,” her voice cracked as she said the words. “How is Kristen?”

“She went to the doctor’s. She hasn’t been feeling well lately.”

“I hope it’s a boy,” Helen remarked with a smile.

He’d laughed at her silliness. “It’s nothing like that, Mother. She’s got the flu.”

“You should go home now. She may need you.”

Ethan reeled back in surprise. This was unlike Helen, caring about others. Since he could remember, she only cared about herself or her precious son Andrew. Now she even seemed concerned for Kristen.

She kissed his cheek like when he was a little boy, surprising him with the affection. When he left, she walked him to the door and waved until he disappeared down the drive. He home drove in a daze, thinking about the drastic change in his mother.

He was half way through the front door when he noticed something different. Doing a double take, he stepped back and stared at the ornament hanging on the front door where the wreath usually sat. Staring for a moment, he wondered why Kristen removed the wreath and put a pair of baby shoes instead. That’s when it hit him that he was going to be a father.

 

Ethan came back to the present as he rushed to the nursery to feed his son. Andrew liked his meal on time, every morning at five. The formula was prepared before and kept in a bottle warmer. All he did was test it to make sure it wasn’t too hot. As soon as he picked up Andrew, the baby stopped crying.

In no time, little Andrew was sucking noisily on his bottle with his eyes closed and feet up in the air. Ethan always chuckled at how his son enjoyed his meal.

Ethan clearly remembered the day he was born. He’d heard a woman scream while he frantically paced the waiting area. The woman screamed about three times before someone shrieked his name.

“ETHAN, I HATE YOUUUU AHHHHHH!”

At the sound of his name, his head snapped up, then he looked around the room. The two other fathers-to-be were looking frightened. Was there another Ethan in the room? She screamed his name again and this time he was certain it was Kristen.

“Kristen?” he made off towards the delivery area, but the door was shut. He returned to his pacing, wondering when it would all be over. The two other men glanced his way, each perhaps relieved that this wasn’t their wife. One of them drowning himself in coffee while the other mopped sweat from his brow with a white handkerchief.

The door to the maternity room opened and out came a female doctor in scrubs. All three men moved to her, but she focused her attention on only one.

“Mr. Lewis,” she addressed the man who’d been drowning himself in coffee.

The man’s eyes widened and he looked about to pass out. “That’s me,” he said.

“You have a beautiful baby girl.”

He passed out, right there in front of the doctor. Ethan couldn’t help but chuckle at the man’s lack of stamina. However, when the doctor turned to him, he found himself feeling light headed.

“Mr. Broderick, please come with me.”

She led him to an area where he cleaned his arms and put on the required hospital scrubs. The moment he stepped into the delivery room, he was glad for his extensive training to remain calm in stressful situations. Still, his training as a Navy Seal could not prepare him for when he saw the baby’s head coming. Nausea assailed him, though he tried to keep his composure.

“Are you alright, Mr. Broderick?” the doctor asked.

“I’m fine,” he managed to squeeze out.

The next few minutes went lightning fast as Kristen screamed and held his hand like a vice. At exactly four fifty-five that morning, little Andrew relieved his mother of the pain.

 

A soft hand grabbing his brought him out of his reverie. Andrew was done with his bottle and ready to burp. Ethan lay him on his shoulder and caressed his back. Soon, a loud burp ensued. He rocked the baby for a while until he was certain he was asleep. Then he laid him back in his crib.

When he returned to the room, Kristen was sprawled on the bed with her head propped on one arm. She’d stripped naked and brushed her hair, perhaps also brushing her teeth. She hated kissing with morning mouth.

His cock pricked up just seeing her. He stared at her one moment, before hastening to the bathroom to also brush his teeth. When he returned, she was lying on her back with her index finger stuck in her flesh. Ethan moaned, hastily removing his robe and shorts before joining her.

“You are one naughty wife, I doubt Santa will visit this year,” he joked.

“I’ve got my own Santa right here,” she murmured, reaching for his already erect cock.

She pushed him over to lie on his back while she bent and brushed her lips against the tip of his shaft. Ethan groaned and gripped the back of her head. His dick pulsed when she licked the length of it, then took him in her warm mouth.

He pouched his hips forward, moving along with her smooth intake of him. When he felt the tip hit the back of her throat he almost lost it. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his release.

Smoothly, Kristen transitioned, positioning herself over him. His cock slid into her slippery flesh as she slid down his pole. She bent and kissed him and he took her nipples between his thumb and index finger.

There kissed deepened as tongues entwined and her hips began to move. He could hear her sigh against his lips and heat enveloped the both.

Two heartbeats collide as their bodies moved together as one. Ethan felt himself swell as ripples of pleasure soared through his body. Kristen trembled in his arms and he knew her time was near. The tempo increased as their pelvises crushed together, his cock sinking deeply into her abyss.

The explosion rocked him to the core, resonating through his entire body. Kristen arched her back, a shrill cry ripping from her. As the rapture tore through him, he roared like the king of his own jungle.

After a wrenching outburst, Kristen collapsed atop him, her breathing labored. He too tried to catch his breath. Briefly, he wondered how it was possible that each time they made love it got better.

Then without form or reason, he knew that it would always get better because he loved her. The words rolled off his tongue without him knowing it. “I love you,” he said, his voice husky, betraying his emotion. His heart swelled in the moment he spoke them. “I love you, Kristen Broderick,” he repeated three times. “I loved you ten years ago and I love you now.”

He heard Kristen intake her breath and her eyes bulged. They’d said the words to each other before, him while drugged and she while suffering amnesia.

Now that he said them again, he felt a sense of relief, his heart fluttered as he anticipated her response. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Those seconds were the longest he’d ever experienced until she pressed her lips to his.

Cupping his face, she deepened the kiss. Ethan embraced her tightly as their tongues entwined. He was getting hard again just from the kiss. Kristen began moving her hips again while nibbling his ear.

“You’re insatiable you know that?” she teased. “But I love you so much,” she said, her voice silky. “I loved you ten years ago and I love you now.”

THE END