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I get up and take his hand, and he lets me lead the way.
Oh yes, I’m indeed a lucky bitch.
Epilogue
David – Seven years later
“You need to stop doing this!” Melanie comes to my home office, walking fast, moving her hands above her head, and looking exasperated. And exhausted.
“Doing what?” I ask because I have no idea what’s going on. She’s forty weeks pregnant and about to pop. Today she woke up ready to clean our home until it was spotless and refused any help. I can’t do anything right, she said. So, I’m sheltering in my den, waiting for my wife to calm down.
“Impregnating me!” she says, rolling her eyes. “We have five kids, David. Five! It wasn’t our duty to populate this world. You need to keep that cock to yourself. You’re not coming anywhere near me until I get menopausal and too old to get pregnant again.”
That’s true. Well, kind of, we have four kids, and Ella is pregnant again. So soon, we will be a family of seven. In my defense, this wasn’t planned; we tried every contraceptive known to man, and nothing worked. And at this point, I haven’t discovered a way to keep my hands off my beautiful wife.
Yes, my wife. We married at her father’s newly renovated church years ago in front of our families and the whole town just after I finished my community service. The company was officially mine, and since then, the Collings disappeared.
At first, Melanie wanted an intimate ceremony, but everyone in Warmer Springs wanted to be part of our special day, so she caved in, and I was too happy to deny her any wish her little heart desired. It was a lavish affair. Top-notch planning, Michelin star dinner, a fourteen musicians band, and Melanie wrapped in a silky dress that made my mouth dry and my eyes wet. One of the best nights of my life.
That includes… “Baby, I got a vasectomy two months ago. My doctor confirmed there are no more swimmers around. So, you’re safe with me.”
She looks at me for a second, pondering what to say next. “I’ve never been safe with you, and you know it. That’s why we have so many kids. Five, David,five!”
Davi is the oldest, of course. A few months after we got married, Sebastian arrived. She wasn’t pregnant before our wedding, but I put remedy to that quickly. Two years later, we had another boy, Joaquin. And eighteen months later, Benjamin joined the clan. My healthy, happy, rowdy boys. And my sister finally believes I’m not going to bolt. We had a long talk about that years ago, and she’s accepted Melanie into the fold and supports our relationship. She’ll be the first one to show up after the baby comes.
“That’s my favorite number,” I reply, pulling her to the space between my legs. Her pregnant belly is enormous, and the baby inside her is kicking its boots out. “She’s active today.”
“It’s not a she,” she says, rolling her green eyes dramatically. “Seems like we only can produce boys. Get ready, Posada. This one will be the end of you.”
That makes me smile even more broadly.
“You’re the end of me, baby.” My hands go under the shirt she’s wearing. Feeling her this way never ceases to amaze me. Melanie is bringing life to my kid, carrying it inside her. It’s a miracle. I’m looking forward to having a girl. But if another boy comes, I’d be the proudest father ever, and to be honest, the boys have been worried about having girly stuff in the house. Making funny remarks like: Will we be painting the whole house pink? I don’t like pink. Or, we don’t want to play with dolls.
“I’m so tired,” she breathes out. Melanie never stops. We live between our Los Angeles home and a house we built on the camp’s land years ago. She wanted to keep a close eye on the organization and expand its services. Now the camp accepts just kids from patronages around the country, and my company finances it.
After getting pregnant with Benjamin, Melanie finally accepted the idea of hiring an assistant, and the choice was easy. She hired Marilynn, a girl who attended the camp years ago and was bullied by some rich bitch. After the takeover, so many things changed, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Let’s go to our bed. How does a massage sound? The kids are at school. We have plenty of time.”
She relaxes against me. She’s ready to say yes. “There is too much to do around here. Have you seen the house? It’s filthy!”
I bet this baby is coming any moment now. Melanie is nesting. Yes, she needs to rest because as soon as labor starts, all her strength will be required. We have been there before.
“The only thing filthy around here is what I’m about to do to you.”
My fingers are touching between her leggings-clad tights already. I know her body so well. The next thing is my mouth on that pussy. Right here on my desk.
Her fingers comb the strands of my hair back. “I’m feeling anything but sexy right now. Sorry, babe.”
Ok, I’m a man, and sex is always at the top of my list. Right now, though, I just want to make her feel better.
“Then you’re getting a massage.”
I take her hand, kiss it, and guide her to our first-story room. As we walk through the hallway, her hold over my fingers gets tight, and she winces.
“Oh fuck,” she groans.
Oh, fuck, indeed. We need to rush to the hospital. This baby just decided this is an excellent day to make its entrance into the world.
