“You’d assume right. The horse out in the pasture in the background would be pretty too,” she murmurs into my chest.
“Whatever you want, as long as you and I are there, the rest can fall by the wayside for all I care.” Eve’s head tips up. My lips touch hers, both of us smiling in happiness, and I know Eve is definitely my snow angel from now until forever.
Epilogue
Eve
One Year Later
I stop in my tracks. There, on the floor, with a play mat, our little girl is doing tummy time. That’s not what gets me though. It’s my husband, who’s also on his stomach, lying on the floor. He’s talking to her, telling her all about the trees we have on the farm and about how if she takes to the horses like her momma does, she’ll have her very own in no time. Tyson isn’t lying; he only owned two horses when we got married, a paint and a quarter horse. Now we have four, and with the number of children we both know we’ll have, it will only be a matter of time until those four are multiplied to eight.
“Look, there’s your momma, sugar girl.” Tyson picks her up. She grabs at his beard that he recently started growing out. It’s not full yet, but it’s full enough that our girl, Bethany Ann, who is going on three months, coos at him. Yeah, baby girl, I feel that exact same way when Tyson is looking at me like that.
“Hey, you two, did y’all have a good day?” I only work at the library a few days a week, so on those days, Tyson stays home with our girl and I make sure I pump enough milk to keep them afloat throughout the day.
“We did, got a lot done in the office too. She helped me go through the books, though, gotta say, that was more of a hassle than it’s worth. I might need to hire that out soon, unless you’re interested in doing it a couple of days a week?” Tyson comes up to me, giving me a soft kiss on my lips before handing off our bundle of joy to me. We’ve been through this rodeo before. He knows as soon as I get home, my breasts are bursting at the seams to nurse Bethany. Even though I pump when I’m on my break, it’s not enough.
“I think I can handle that. I’m probably going to go down to two days a week here shortly. My breasts can’t handle being away all day from her. Not to mention being away from the farm. It’s hard, Tyson,” I whine.
“You know I’m behind you on whatever you choose, sweetheart. You’ll have to eventually decide what it is for sure you want to do. Especially if we’re adding three more children to the fold.” That one time we talked about children, when he was apprehensive about the number of children I’d like versus what he’d like, well, guess who’s the one chasing me around trying to already get me pregnant again?
“You’re not wrong. If I resign from the library, will you still send books there once a month, anonymously?” My sneaky husband. It took me a few months after we were married to finally figure it out, but once I did, I let it go, not saying a word about it until just now.
“How long have you known about that?”
“Long enough. I wasn’t going to say anything. But those books help the little ones who come in for reading time, and the older ladies are tearing up the romantic suspense books lately. You sure do know how to pick them,” I joke while walking towards the couch, unfastening my shirt, then my bra. Bethany is already rooting around for her source of food.
“You can thank Mom for those. She’s been picking out the romance category lately. To answer your question, yes, those will still go to the library. You and I both know you’ll still want to volunteer there when you get a chance. Not going to complain just the same about having you on the farm every day. Neither will our daughter.” Tyson tips my head back, this kiss is deeper, more passionate than the earlier one.
When we finish our kiss, I tell him, “Good, I’ll start making that transition now. Are you going back to the trees?” I ask him.
“Nah, I’m done today. You missed your favorite show today though. Mom and Dad came by, hung out with Bethie.” His voice drops low, that huskiness appearing in it. My eyes light up. I already know what he’s talking about.
“That’s it. I’m resigning. You did that without me around?” Tyson knows there’s nothing more I love than to watch him chop wood, the way his body moves with force, the muscles in his body tightening and pulling. Let’s just say we both reap the benefits when he’s done.
“Had to, sweetheart. We’re gearing up for another storm this weekend. Just because we installed a home generator this past spring doesn’t mean I’m not keeping us stocked with firewood. My girls love their wood burning fireplace. I intend to keep it that way.” I watch as Tyson takes off his flannel shirt, then his cotton undershirt. His shoes are already off, a rule he mandated the second we started placing Bethany on the floor. Tyson’s alpha really comes out to shine when it comes to not only me, but to Bethany too. I moisten my lips, watching the show he’s giving me.
Bethany pulls off my breast, ready to burp before switching over to the other side. “I see the way you’re looking at me, sweetheart. It’s the look you gave me the first time I came inside you. Are you ready for another one?”
“Well, when you’re looking like that, Mr. Black, how can I not? If we are successful, they’ll be less than a year apart. We’ll be really busy, especially during harvest season,” I tell him.
“We have loads of help, Eve. That won’t be a care in the world. You let me know when you’re ready, and we’ll go from there. I’m going to take a shower. Meet me in there,” he states. I look down at Bethany. She’s pulled off my breast without me knowing, the conversation Tyson and I just had playing on repeat.
“Oh, baby girl, your daddy is a handful, but I love him more and more each day, just like you.” I fix my shirt, burp our girl, and then she’s dozing off. This is the perfect opportunity to join my man in the shower. Maybe this time, he won’t pull out and come on my body like he’s been doing. There were too many wishy-washy issues with me being on birth control while nursing, so Tyson put his foot down and stated we’d be fine. But the truth of the matter is, I miss him finishing inside of me, and who knows, maybe it’ll take a few tries until we do get pregnant, anyway. With that thought in mind, I head upstairs to where Tyson is, placing Bethany in the bassinet we keep her in at night or for times like this, and I find my man.
The sight before me makes me weep. His hand is braced on the shower wall, head down, the water beating down on his body, and he’s fisting his cock. That’s something I can do for him and I want to do for him. I slide out of my clothes and open the door, closing it behind me. My bare body meets his back, my hand replacing his, and I tell him exactly what I’m feeling, “I want to start trying. If it happens right away, it happens. If not, we’ll practice. I love you, Tyson, more than words could ever say.”
“I love you, Eve. You know damn good and well you’ll be pregnant come next month. Between my sperm and your fertile womb, I have no doubt about it.” And Tyson makes good on his promise, making love to me in the shower, hopefully creating another child while we’re at it.