Epilogue
Lucas
I yawn and stretch my arms over my head. The hospital’s reclining chair isn't comfortable at all. I roll my neck from side to side, hoping to loosen the knots that formed during the two or so hours that I slept.
I hate having to sleep on a chair. I want to crawl in bed next to Olivia, but she needs the space to be comfortable and heal. It’s only another day or two before she comes home. I can handle that.
"Good morning, handsome." She smiles at me.
"Why aren't you asleep? You need your rest."
"The nurse said Chloe’s hungry. It's time to feed her."
"Is that what woke me?"
She smiles, "That or the fact that you're so far away and you miss me. I could move over." She winces as she adjusts herself in the bed.
I’m up in a heartbeat running my hand over her hair. "Uh, uh. Save your strength. I need you to recover as soon as possible. I don’t know how the hell they think I can go six weeks without having sex with you. I don't know if I can survive."
"It's not that bad, you've gone longer."
"Only because we didn’t see each other. That and I didn't think you'd be into fooling around while we were broken up. If I knew you were game . . ."
She hits my chest with the back of her hand.
I take her hand and hold it tight as I move my head to within inches of hers. "Happy Anniversary, beautiful."
It’s been a year since the simple but beautiful wedding ceremony at the house that once served as my father’s office. Olivia expressed how much she missed going to work there, and since I own the property, I thought it was the perfect place.
In a strange way, it made me feel good too. Like my father was there with us. We kept the guest list small, and each person there played some role in our relationship. Her parents and sister, my mother, Aunt Rose and her family, and last but not least my best man, Jessie.
I can't help but notice the sparks fly between him and Ava. The day after they met at the rehearsal, she kicked Spike to the curb, and said she was ready for a grown-up relationship.
The nurse comes in wheeling the portable crib. "She was just crying a minute ago, but it looks like the princess fell back asleep. If you change her diaper, it should wake her."
The nurse unravels the blanket enveloping our beautiful little girl and nudges her. "See," she turns to me, "Would you like to do it?"
"Yes, please." I've been waiting since the moment I found out Olivia was pregnant to hold our child. In the hours since she was born, I’ve only held her a few minutes. I don't want to wait anymore. If it means I have to change a dirty diaper first, so be it.
“He’s a keeper,” the nurse says to Olivia, before heading out of the room.
A jealous spark lights my wife’s eyes. I love how possessive and jealous she gets over me. It’s such a turn on.
"Are you going to the center?" She asks, once we are alone.
"Hell, no. They'll survive a week without me. Besides, my mother's like a drill sergeant. She'll make sure it runs like a well-oiled machine."
"The kids will miss you though."
I smile, "Right now there's just one little girl that needs me, and I want to give her my undivided attention."
Life is perfect since we've gotten back together. The center opened a month after we reconciled, and like me, Olivia puts in countless hours overseeing its running so I could work my magic with the kids.
It’s fun watching her watch me. I enjoy how she blushes when I catch her staring at my ass as I redirect inappropriate behavior or swing a child up in the air in celebration.
The center’s closed. We’re wiping everything down. I pick Olivia up and spin her around so that her feet leave the ground.
"I love seeing you smile, and knowing I help put it on your face."
"I love what you do here, seeing the way the kids respond to you. You really have a way with them."
"I wouldn't be able to do any of this without you." I say, carefully placing her back on the ground.
"The money was supposed to go to you all along," she assures me for the thousandth time. “He wanted your dream to come true.”
"That's not what I mean." I stroke her hair, making sure she isn't further than a breath away. "Waking up next to you in the morning, knowing you're going to be in our bed when I come home at night. You keep me inspired and motivated.”
“Is that what you call it? I thought I keep you hot and horny.”
I swat her ass playfully. “What can I say? I want to do everything I can to keep you happy and make you proud. Daily orgasms should keep you happy." I drop my eyes for a moment. “I work hard here to keep you proud.”
"I am so incredibly proud of you."
Her lips meet mine in a soft sweet kiss. Olivia's hands move from my shoulders, down my back. I pull away as I feel them drop below my waistband, to the curve of my ass. I don't have much self-control at the moment.
"You'd better stop," I whisper, "Unless you want me to take you right here."
"Always with these warnings. Why do you tell me what you're going to do first?" She pulls back and challenges me with a playful gleam in her eyes.
"Oh yeah? You want me to just take what's mine? No warning? No mercy?"
"Yes. Unless you need me to show you how."
I don't need any further encouragement. I yank her against me and pull her shirt up over her head.
"You ever fuck in a ball pit?" I ask, kissing her neck.
"Eww, those things are gross."
"Me either. But ours is exceptionally clean, and you know the balls were just sterilized." I say, backing her up to the play area.
Her footing gives way, and as she falls onto the springy area of the floor, she pulls me down on top of her. With a smile, her legs wrap around my waist and I press my bulging cock against her.
We never made it to the ball pit. This is how Chloe was conceived.
Chloe coos, bringing me back to the moment, as if she knows how much I love her and her mother. As I finish changing her diaper, Olivia's phone rings.
"My dad wants to know if you want him to bring clothes, or shaving stuff?"
Her parents are staying with us for a few days to help out. Ava already threatened she'll be spending every weekend with us until Chloe’s an obnoxious teenager. I think it’s just an excuse to try and see Jessie.
Although I always want Olivia to myself, I don't mind the extra people hanging around us, I’m grateful for them. They’re family. Olivia’s and mine. And now Chloe's.
I hand our beautiful baby girl to Olivia, taking care to make sure her head is supported. Any onlooker would never believe only a few months ago the thought of our precious angel terrified Olivia. At the end of the first trimester she had daily nightmares that she’d break the baby.
Now, my wife looks like an old pro. I sit on the side of the bed shifting pillows and helping Olivia adjust into a comfortable position to nurse.
"She's got your heart shaped mouth." I smile at Olivia.
"And your dimples."
"Boy, are we in trouble." Very gently, I run my hand over our baby girl's head.
As I look at my wife and daughter, I’m fulfilled. I love the life I made for myself. This is the life I always wanted. A wife that’s my equal in every way, and children that are a product of our pure, everlasting, love.
Any fear I have of not being enough has been replaced with a fierce need to protect them. There’s nothing I won't do for them. Nothing I won't sacrifice to keep them safe.
Just as I promised, I work hard every day to make sure Olivia is happy. The same way she does for me. A lesson I learned from the mistakes my father made: I have the perfect life, and there’s nothing in the world worth sacrificing it for.