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“Come on. Let’s go shower and start getting ready for the party.”
He shakes his head. “No. I want you to wear my cum. I want you to feel it inside of you all night long,” he says. “At least, until we come home and do this all over again.”
I bite my bottom lip and give him a demure look. “Yes, daddy.”
“That’s my good girl,” he says. “I love you.”
“And I love you.”
I climb off his lap and together, we walk to the bedroom to start getting ready for our “coming out” party. But I’m already looking forward to our own personal after-party. For most of my life, I never knew life could be this good. But I’m glad to learn that it can be.
Extended Epilogue
Sebastian
Five years later…
I sit on the blanket in the sand watching Bree playing with our three children near the water. Edward, our oldest and named after her father, is four. Marina is three. And Daisy is one… she's too young to be playing in the water just yet, so she's up at the house with Margaret and our live-in nanny, Esme. I listen to them laughing and squealing with one another as they play in the water and the wet sand and smile. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
Things at the firm have never been better. Quarter after quarter, we’re posting record profits and returns for our clients. About a year after I came back my father was finally convinced that I knew what I was doing and retreated from the company altogether. His influence had been nominal, but he still kept one hand on the wheel just in case I flamed out. But now, he’s retired in style and is enjoying his golden years with more wealth than he ever imagined.
Bree went to school and got her degree in Developmental Psychology and has a small but growing practice—though she’s limiting the number of clients she sees so she can be present in the lives of our children. She's a child psychologist and is a natural at it. She just has a natural connection with the children she works with and is doing some amazing work. It’s not surprising though, seeing how easy she is with our own children. Watching her with them is magical and never fails to make my heart swell to the point it feels like it might burst out of my chest.
I never planned on ever being married and I certainly never planned on having children. I'd decided long ago that neither of those things was in the cards for me. And I was okay with that. Back then, I never felt like I needed those things to feel fulfilled or content. It never entered my mind that I was missing out on anything. As she has with so many things in my life, it was Bree who changed my mind and showed me something different.
She came into my life like a hurricane and turned everything upside down. She was an agent of chaos, upending everything I thought I knew and everything I accepted as truth. It was never her intent of course. She just did it naturally and with such ease that even now, as I reflect, I sit back and wonder how she was able to do it. I gave up trying to find that reason though and simply accepted it as truth and became grateful for it.
“What are you doing up here thinking all by yourself?”
Bree and our kids walk up to where I'm sitting with smiles all around. I've been so caught up in my head that I never even saw them coming. I watch as Eddie and Marina, still laughing and squealing with delight run past us and dash toward Esme, who had come out of the house and waved them over to her. I give Esme a wave of thanks as Bree drops down onto the blanket next to me. She leans against me, and I slip my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
The plaintive cries of the seagulls overhead fill my ears as together, we watch the sun slip toward the far horizon. The sky is colored with fiery shades of red and orange and the surface of the ocean sparkles like gold. To the east, the sky is a dark purple and night stalks the fading sunshine, ready to overrun it. The dark silhouettes of the surfaces slice and cut across the faces of the waves as they get in their last rides of the day.
I lean over and kiss Bree on the top of her head, relishing the warmth of her body pressed to me.
“What was that for?” she asks.
“Just because I love you.”
“You are the sweetest man ever,” she says. “You know that, right?”
“Of course, I do.”
She laughs and slaps my arm playfully. As much success as we’ve had in our professional lives, I think the success we’ve had in our personal lives is the far more important thing. It is to me anyway. We’ve been together a little over six years now and things still feel new. Fresh. Our relationship has not only not gotten stale, it’s gotten better with every passing day. And my love for her continues to grow as well.
I was happy enough with my life before Bree came back into it. But being with her has taken my happiness to heights I never imagined possible. I can’t picture my life without her, without our children, and I sometimes sit and wonder how I ever tolerated life without her by my side.
“So, our anniversary is coming up,” I say.
“It is. Another wonderful year in the books,” she replies. “And another amazing year stretched out before us.”
“I have a surprise.”
“Oh, do you now?”
I nod. “I’m debating whether I should tell you or not.”
A giggling squeal bursts from her mouth and she slaps me on the arm again. “You better tell me. You know you can’t do that! It’s not fair!”
