Epilogue
One year later
“And then we’re going to paint butterflies on your wall and have lots of flowers, and it’s going to look so beautiful,” Caleb said, running his hand across her swollen stomach.
The yellow summer dress she wore wasn’t very figure-friendly, but Caleb loved to see her pregnant so he always bought her clothes that showed off her baby bump, which she loved. She loved being pregnant so much.
“And if it’s a boy?”
“Then we’re going to paint bikes and put pictures of naked women on your wall.”
She giggled, throwing back her head and laughing. “You’re crazy.”
“Nope, I know what my son or daughter will want.”
“And if your son loves rainbows and flowers and your daughter wants motorbikes, what then?”
“I’ll deal with it, just like I know how to handle their mother.” He winked at her, and she felt a tightening between her thighs.
Damn, it was his sexy, dirty wink that always made her think of the playroom he’d installed in the basement. He’d been working on it for weeks, and he’d told her it was going to be a surprise. When she came home after one hectic day at the diner, he’d been waiting. He’d handed her a pair of scissors to cut through the ribbon covering the entrance to the basement.
Caleb had then taken her downstairs to reveal the playroom he’d been building. There was a bed for the nights they played, which when their little one was born wouldn’t see as much use. A sexy swing, which she loved to be strapped in. The angle always left her legs spread for him to have his wicked way with her, which she loved. There was a spanking bench, the cross he loved, and then he’d filled some shelves with dildos, whips, chains, clamps, and other toys for them to play with.
In the year that they’d been married, everything had gone from perfection to perfection. Her life with him was just … everything she’d ever dreamed of, and when they discovered she was pregnant, that was the cherry on top of the cake.
Her past—the fears, the pains, the memories—was right back where it belonged. She had no intention of letting that come between them. Not now, not ever.
Dealing with her pain, understanding it, accepting it, she’d been able to find her way in the world. Instead of pushing Caleb away, she’d pulled him close, embracing him, not wanting to let him go.
“I love you, Catherine, for now, for eternity,” he said, his hand on her stomach. “And whatever we have, boy, girl, both, I don’t care, because so long as I have you, I’ve got everything I need.”
He cupped her cheek and she pushed him to the floor, taking charge of the kiss as she straddled his hips. He was always in charge when they got to the playroom, but outside, in their bedroom, every now and again, she liked to be the one that took charge, to give him pleasure as he’d done so for her so many times.
“I can see my little Kitty wants to play. Tell me, what is it you want?” he asked. His hands stroked her thighs, sliding up beneath the dress to touch her naked pussy. Panties were a little uncomfortable for her at the moment, but that was okay. The look in Caleb’s eye let her know he didn’t have a problem with her going bare.
Leaning forward, she kissed his neck, biting down on the flesh at his pulse.
“I want you to fuck my ass, Caleb. To make every single part of me yours.” She heard his intake of breath and knew she was in for one hell of a night, just like the rest of her life.
The End