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"I haven't told him yet."
"He really, really loves you."
"I know. And I really, really love him."
I kiss Asher's head, open the door again and step inside.
Dane looks at me with confusion.
"Who's this?" he asks.
I sit back in the chair, turning Asher to face his father.
"This, Dane, is my little boy Asher."
"You have a child?" Dane looks puzzled as I nod.
"I do. I didn't know how to tell you—"
"It's okay, Dottie. It doesn't change how I feel about you, about our life. I can be—"
"No," I say, stopping him. "He is your child. Your son. Asher is our baby."
Dane's eyes widen, the same way Asher's do when he's surprised.
"You got pregnant in Miami?"
I nod. "I didn't know your name, how to find you... but when I saw your picture on the news, I finally knew your name."
His eyes glisten with tears. "If I hadn't been dying I would have never known I had a child," he says reaching for our son.
"I know, it's bittersweet but beautiful."
"A few days ago I didn't think I had anyone in the world to leave my fortune to, and look at this now..." Dane shakes his head. "I'm the luckiest man to have ever almost died."
"But you didn't."
Dane kisses Asher on the cheeks, inhaling his perfect baby scent for the first time. My heart melts at the sight of them together.
"You gave me a reason to live, Dottie."
I look at my boys, knowing they are my reason for everything.EpilogueONE YEAR LATERThe Miami sun shines down on us. We're on our honeymoon, and damn, this wife of mine makes me so fucking hard.
"I can't believe you rented this entire club for us tonight."
"Well I can't have anyone else looking at my woman, can I?" I ask, pulling her toward the pool where we first made love. The lavish cabana is just the first of the surprises I have for my wife. Sunset cruises, shopping sprees, and sex.
Plenty of sex.
"Jealous, are you?"
"You know it," I say, pulling her to me. I reach for the ties holding up her bikini top, letting it fall to the patio surrounding the pool. I lean down, kissing her luscious breasts, her tits so round and perfect, I could suck them for hours.
"The wedding was perfect," Dottie says, pulling down my swim trunks. The palm trees sway in the summer breeze, the smell of coconut oil and the salty sea intoxicating. We are brought right back to the day we met.
But so much has changed since then. Our lives have become so rich, so full, so fucking beautiful.
"It really was perfect," I agree. Dottie's hands are on my hard cock, stroking my shaft the way she knows I like. "And Asher stole the show in his little tux."
At the mention of our son, Dottie sighs. "I miss him, Dane," she says. "But I'm so glad we are alone for the week. I needed time alone with you."
"I know, baby, me too," I say, kissing her lips softly, when our mouths part and our tongues meet, we sink into the kiss. Hard. I pull the ties on her bottoms, letting them fall, and then I press my hand between her thighs, needing to feel her warm pussy against my hand.
"Oh, Dane," she moans, her pussy slick with desire. "I'm so wet for you."
"Yeah, you are," I say, kissing her neck, massaging her tits, knowing my baby likes to take her time when she fucks, never rushing a moment. Dottie knows life is precious, and she realizes the importance of taking her time with the things that matter.
God, I love her.
I pick her up, her naked body a temple I get to worship for the rest of my goddamn life. I carry her to the pool, my cock throbbing and ready. Her legs wrap around me and I know she'll never let go. She wants me to take care of her, and lucky for her, I need to be her protector, her security.
I live my life focused on being the kind of partner she deserves. A husband, a father, a real man.
In the water, I pull her to my lap. I pluck her hard nipples and watch her face as she melts under my touch.
"Dane, I love you so much," she says, her hands pressed to my chest. Her fourteen-carat diamond ring sparkling in the sunlight. This woman in my lap though, she is the real gem. I may have bought her a penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park and made sure she has a private driver—but I know none of that matters to her. When she looks in my eyes, I know she loves me for the man I am: Hers.
She lifts her ass, needing my cock to fill her nice and good, and when she sinks down on my shaft, she moans without inhibition. She is not timid or shy, no longer an inexperienced virgin. No, now she is my wife and she knows exactly what she likes.
