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EpilogueMarilynThree Years LaterUgh. I am so tired. My back is killing me and all I really want to do is lie in the bed with a cup of maple caramel ice cream while Lars rubs my feet. Lars, my Lars. That man has made the last five years of my life, worth more than I ever imagined. Not only has he been the best husband a woman could ask for. Attentive, supportive and always there for me and our children, but he has also made me feel sexier with each passing year, especially while I am pregnant. Like now. He has literally knocked me up every year. By the time I go back for my six week, sometimes three month checkup, I am pregnant with the next one. I am currently eight months pregnant with baby number five, and I am so tired.
Ordinarily, I would be taking it easy. Today is different. It is the five-year anniversary of me being cancer free and the hospital holds a party for those survivors. We go there, take a picture, eat cake and ice cream, give a speech and write our names on the survivor’s wall, with a permanent marker. My kids and husband have been so excited for this and in turn, so have I.
“Mommy do you need anything before we get in the car?” My oldest daughter Lana asks me as she grabs my purse for me. I have been blessed enough to have the best kids on the planet. At five, Lana is protective over her siblings and me. I turn as I walk out the door and my heart leaps in my chest. Standing there, in a suit and tie is the very reason I am alive and happy. My husband. My love. My heart. Next to him is our son, Lars Jr., our daughters Chloe and Milani and our youngest, though not for long, Christopher. I am currently carrying a boy. We haven’t picked a name yet.
“You ready, my light?” Lars asks me, bringing a smile to my face.
“I am.”
“Then let’s go celebrate you, baby.” he grabs my hand and we all walk out the door. The next few hours are filled with hugs, laughter, tears, congratulations and ooo’s and ahhhs about the kids. By the time we leave I am one slouch away from passing out. I fall asleep in the car and I barely feel it as Lars lifts me and carries me into the house. He puts me in the bed and walks out. I know he is going to make sure the kids are ready for bed. I must fall back asleep, because the next thing I know I am half dressed.
“Hey mister. Are the kids ok?” I ask him stretching as much as I can.
“The angels are fine. They are all in the bed passed out. How is my son that is tucked away in your belly?” he rubs and kisses my stomach, before moving down to massage my feet. I can’t help the moan that leaves my mouth.
“He is fine. I think he is sleeping right now; I haven’t felt him move in at least an hour.” I say drooling over his hands on me.
“Well let’s see if I can’t wake him up.” he moves further down the bed, removing my underwear. I lift my shirt over my head, removing my bra, sighing as my tits thank me for releasing them. He opens my legs and his tongue slides through the lips of my pussy, sending zings of sensations through my whole body, causing me to moan.
“Lars.” I say grabbing his head pushing it further into my pussy. He doesn't penetrate me when I get this far along, refusing to harm the baby even though the doctors tell him it is ok.
“Always so much sweeter when my babies are inside of you.” he says, his face shiny and wet with my syrup. He licks up and down, paying extra attention to my clit, sucking it into his mouth. My hands go to my super sensitive nipples and begin pulling on them. My eyes begin to water. I can feel the orgasm coming and somehow, so does Lars.
“Oh shit. Lars. I’m coming!” he licks faster and harder, his finger in my pussy, rubbing against my rough spot. “Ahhhhhh.” I scream as I feel dripping down my ass. His tongue chases the dripping.
