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One Year Later
Sara
It’s been a year since Barrett Ramsey turned our lives upside down, and as hard as we try to forget, each day seems to bring up something that makes us remember. We’ve nearly completed the remodels on both houses, and Sam and I have decided to buy my old house from my mother. Sam knew how hard it was for me to imagine someone else living in my childhood home, and he wasn’t about to let that happen.
Barrett Ramsey’s trial has finally begun, and today is the day that the jury will hear testimony from us. Mom and Mark are called first. They’re each asked to identify the man who delivered the tainted food to their house, and they each point to Barrett Ramsey. I’m called next, and I explain how the man that abducted me was also the man who came to the shelter one month earlier, pretending to be looking for his lost dog. When Sam takes the stand, a hush comes over the courtroom. His testimony is so compelling the prosecutor tells us that it’s the final nail in the coffin and that he’s certain the judge will lay down the maximum sentence of life in prison for the arsonist.
Sam takes my hand and tells me, “I promise you, this is over now and you won’t ever have to worry again.”
I’m relieved that we can finally put it all past us and focus on the good things to come, but there’s one more thing to face before we can put it all to rest. We leave the courtroom and walk head first into the swarm of reporters that have gathered on the steps of the courthouse. They’re shouting questions at us, and Sam steps in front of me to shield me from the onslaught.
He holds his hands up and says, “One question.”
“As you wait for the jury to return with a verdict, do you think justice will be served?” a reporter shouts over the crowd.
Sam clears his throat and responds, “Do I think justice will be served? Yes, I do. I believe the most just thing that can happen is that Barrett Ramsey spends the rest of his life in a fireproof cell, thinking about the choices he made and the consequences that he has to face for believing that he could harm my family.”
We return home to Sam’s place, and Lucky meets us at the door. Sam takes him straight outside, and I join him on the back porch. He puts his arm around me as we watch Lucky run and play with one of the many toys he has scattered across the lawn.
“I’m so glad we decided to keep him,” I tell Sam.
He laughs and kisses me on the head. “I don’t think there was ever really any question. How could we let him go? He’s like our kid or something.”
I look down at my feet and let out a deep, long sigh. Sam takes me by the shoulders and turns me to face him. “What’s wrong?” he asks me, instantly alert to my moods. “Are you upset about today? Was seeing Ramsey too much for you?”
“No, nothing’s wrong. I was going to wait to discuss this with you, but I think, after the day we’ve had, it's the perfect time to talk about the future.”
“What about the future?”
I smile and bite my lower lip. “If Lucky is like our kid, how do you think he’ll feel about being a big brother?”
He stares so long at me I start to worry that he may not be happy about my news, and my palms start to sweat as the butterflies rise in my stomach. But then, he takes my hands and whispers, “Are you saying you’re pregnant?”
“Yes, we’re having a baby. Is that okay?” I’m so nervous about his reaction.
Suddenly, his lips curl, and he’s looking at me like I’m a literal ball of sunshine. He lifts me off my feet and rests his forehead on mine. “Is it okay? It’s perfect just like you. I love you, baby, and you’ll be the best mother any kid could have.”
“You’ll be the best father any kid could have,” I tell him, resting my hand on his hard chest and feeling his heartbeat. “Our family will be perfect, just like you.”
He grabs me around the waist and pulls me against him, kissing me with an intensity that lights a spark inside me. The desire that he awakens in me has grown stronger with time, and each time he touches me, I lose myself to a fiery passion that only he ignites.
“Will you take me upstairs, daddy?” I whisper huskily.
“Yes, princess,” he answers, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me to our bed.
He lays me down and takes his time removing my clothes, piece by piece. He kisses my belly, then licks his way down to my swollen clit. He kisses it softly, raises his head, and says, “Rule number four. Good girls get rewarded.”
I close my eyes and let the warm rush of ecstasy pulse through to my very core as he expertly explores me with his tongue circling my bud. He knows every inch of me now and uses this knowledge to control the pace of our lovemaking to keep me on the edge of release until he decides to free me. I love his command of me because I know that this power is the ultimate high for him and bringing him pleasure is the ultimate high for me.
He looks at me and says, “I want to feel you come.” I return to reality long enough to say, “Yes, daddy. I need you inside me.” He enters me, and I cave into an earth-shattering sensual release.
18
Five Years Later
Sam
Sara puts the finishing touches on the side dishes while I man the grill. It’s our first barbecue of the summer, and Dad and Susan have joined us. They’ve just returned from a trip to Europe where they renewed their wedding vows.
