Epilogue
I just want someone to bring me Chipotle and give me orgasms. Is that too much to ask?
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Tai
One year later
I pursed my lips and looked down at the crib like it was an evil invention made solely to piss me off.
“You need help?” Jack asked from behind me.
I said something volatile under my breath when the wrench I was holding slipped off the bolt. For the eighth time.
“I could’ve used your help over an hour ago,” I muttered darkly.
Jack dropped down on his knees and held the two pieces of dark cherry wood together, and I screwed it for all I was worth.
“You could’ve just waited for me to get here,” Jack said helpfully.
I tossed him a dirty look.
“If I’d have done that, then Mia would’ve tried to put it together herself. She’s freaking the fuck out that JJ doesn’t have a fucking bed,” I growled.
Mia was also pregnant. Again.
It seemed that, despite being the medical professionals that we both were, each of us struggled to remember birth control. This time, much like the last, was due to our inability to keep our hands off of each other.
One thing led to another, and before either of us realized what was happening, I was coming inside of her, and she was coming around me.
Call it a case of situational amnesia. Hell, I didn’t know what it was. I just knew that Mia’s pussy made me lose my fucking mind.
It’d been three and a half months since we’d been able to have sex, and I’d been consumed with want for her.
Mia chose that moment to come into to the room with JJ in her arms.
“I told him that we couldn’t keep JJ in our room anymore because he kept waking up whenever we tried to have sex,” Mia said, supplying my brother with way too much information
Jack laughed as he stood up, completely forgetting he was holding the boards together, and walked to Mia.
The boards slipped and fell on top of my hand, which elicited a string of vicious curses to fly out of my mouth.
Jack and Mia ignored me as Jack reached for JJ.
“How’s Jack Jr. doing?” Jack asked.
I rolled my eyes.
Jack and his big head.
Jack, Mr. Perfect, getting all the attention while I was over here breaking my hand and shit.
I dropped the tools and let them fall to my side before flopping down onto my back.
I looked up as Mia walked over.
At three months along, she was just barely beginning to show.
When she stopped by my head, I used the opportunity to look up the gap in her shorts, causing her to glare.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she snapped.
I held my hands up. “What’d you expect to happen here?” I asked, gesturing to how she was standing over me.
She glared.
I smiled as I looked up at Mia’s belly, trying hard not to allow my eyes to stray to the pink panties that were covering her pretty pussy.
“Tai!” Mia called again.
I looked up at her.
“What?” I asked.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked worriedly.
I looked down the length of my body at the erection that was straining my knit shorts, then back up at her.
“What do you think I’m thinking about?” I asked with raised brows.
I could tell she gritted her teeth.
“I’m still mad at you,” she said bluntly.
I lifted my hands to caress her ankles.
“Jack, get out of here for a little while,” I ordered.
Jack left without another word, taking JJ with him and closing the door to JJ’s room as he went.
Mia tried to take a step back, but I kept her in place with both hands gripped tightly around her ankles.
Then in a fast move she was too pregnant to avert, I was up on my knees and I had her ass in my hands as she gasped in surprise.
“Jesus, you’re like a ninja!” She growled, attempting to push my head away from her belly.
I moved my neck so her hand fell off my forehead, then buried my face into her crotch.
She started laughing, so hard, in fact, that her knees buckled.
Catching her with practiced ease, I let her see my grin.
When she was even with my eyes, I laid her backwards until her back hit the soft white carpet of the nursery floor.
“I love you,” I said. “Even if you’re being a shit head.”
She scowled. Or tried to, at least.
It came out more like a smile.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered after a few long seconds.
I shrugged and leaned forward, planting both of my hands on the ground next to her head.
Then I pressed my lips against hers.
“I know you are,” I said. “But I wish you’d just fucking marry me already.”
It sounded like a whine, and maybe it was.
But she refused to marry me until she wasn’t pregnant anymore. And with the rate that we were going, it’d never happen.
Which was what the fight had been about this morning before Mia had left to go to her mother’s for the morning to ‘cool off’ as she’d said.
So I’d used the time to put together the baby bed. As well as the new baby bed for the other baby that we’d just gotten in the mail that morning.
Apparently, you needed two beds.
One for our bedroom, and one for their bedroom.
I just hoped Mia actually did what she said she was going to start doing and that was to put JJ in his bedroom to sleep at night.
No matter how much she wanted to blame it on me for not putting together the bed, it was really because this had been very hard on her.
She still had nightmares every night, and she’d wake up gasping for air as she rolled over and felt to make sure JJ was breathing.
We’d saved the cord blood from JJ’s birth, too, just in case.
No one but Jack, Winter, Masen, and Mia’s mom babysat him.
And it was beginning to feel a bit suffocating – for ALL of us.
Something else I’d told her that morning.
“You’re going to have to let him breathe, baby?” I said softly.
She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.
“I’m going to let him breathe,” she promised.
I pressed my lips to hers and drew her into my arms.
“I love you, Mia,” I said. “And I want you to be my wife. I want you with me for the rest of my life. I need you to take my name, the same name as our babies have. I want you to stop holding back. I fucking want it all.”