“I can’t believe it. My baby brother is a fucking dad.”
“Yeah, neither can I. It feels like just yesterday Bailey and I got together, and now we’re parents. I’ll tell you this though, when she looked at me, I knew what it felt like for the first time in my life to watch my heart beat outside of my chest. She owns me, brother, she owns me, and she’s only an hour old.”
Asher chuckles. “She’s got you wrapped around her tiny little fingers already. That didn’t take long at all.”
“Just wait till you see her, she’ll have Uncle Ash at her beck and call just as quickly.”
I pull away, and Erin’s bright eyes reflect back up at me. “Congratulations, but I just came here to see the baby.” She sticks her tongue out at me, and I roll my eyes, giving her a light shove. We all head back toward the room together, and I enter quietly, pulling the curtain back to peek inside. When I do, I find Roger leaning over his daughter, who is holding Rosie in her arms.
He smiles down at her, tucking a strand of Bailey’s russet brown hair behind her ear. It’s a picture perfect image, and in that single moment, I realize that I’ve always had a father figure worthy of looking up to... Roger. He might not be my dad, but he’s been a good man to me. After all, he gave me the greatest gift of all, my Sunflower.
Epilogue Two
Bailey
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I watch as Rosie runs around the back yard while I sip on my tea. My now husband flips the chicken on the grill, his eyes finding mine without thought. They’re so blue, they suck me right in like the undertow of the ocean. I could get lost inside his eyes and have many times since the birth of our daughter. But there’s another surprise coming soon…
“Sunflower, you keep looking at me like that and we’re going to have some real big issues.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, his eyes darting down to his cock before coming back up to meet my gaze again.
“Oh are we?” I push from the patio chair and saunter over to him. Since having a baby, my hips have widened and my ass has gotten a little bigger, but everything else has stayed the same, except for the love that I have for the man in front of me.
That’s only grown, because there is nothing truly hotter than seeing a man holding a baby. Once I’m close enough for him to reach out and grab me, he leans into me, his warm breath tickling my ear. He still smells like cinnamon and leather, and my pussy throbs because I want him. I want him bad.
“You’re lucky our daughter is here now, otherwise I would have you stripped bare, your pretty pussy exposed and your back against the island in the kitchen.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I bat my eyelashes at him. Reaching for him, I pull his face into mine and press our lips together. Heat fills my belly, and my skin tingles.
Ahh, I’ll never get over the feelings that he ignites inside of me. There is nothing like the man you love touching you, holding you, possessing you in a way no other person can.
“Momma! Momma!” Rosie’s songbird voice fills my ears and I pull away from my husband, twisting around to see her skipping across the yard, Elijah’s mother following close behind.
“Yes, my beautiful Rose?” Smiling down on her, I take in her features. Her plump cheeks, soft blue eyes, and heart-shaped face.
“I missed you,” she pouts, clinging to my leg. My heart overflows with joy every time I look at her. She’s the perfect version of both Elijah and I. Kind-hearted, but stubborn as a mule. She drives us insane while making it impossible to love her any less than we did the day before.
“Oh, sweetie, I missed you too, I miss you every time you are not with me, but didn’t you have fun with grandma?” I lean down, stroking her hair.
“Yes, we had sooo much fun, we went to the park, to the playground, and then we got some ice cream…” She goes on, listing all the things she did today.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Elijah giving his mom a hug. It took a long time to repair their relationship. After what his dad had put them through, I’m surprised they were able to salvage it at all, but I’m glad they did. Elijah contacted her after his dad confessed and when he finally got a chance to talk to his mom, it turned out there was a whole lot more he was lying about. Yes, she did steal money from him, but he over-exaggerated the whole thing and forgot to mention all the reasons why she wanted to leave in the first place. Basically, he gave her all the fault to make himself look good.
On top of that, Marina, Elijah and Asher’s mom, had been trying to contact them for years, but their dad always turned her away, threatening her every time she ever tried. It doesn’t matter now since all of that is in the past now. Elijah hasn’t talked to his father in years and to be honest, I don’t think either one of us has wasted a thought on him.
Marina tells us goodbye and leaves, promising to be back next week.
When Rosie won’t let go of me, Elijah pulls away from the grill and unwraps her arms from around my legs. He takes her into his arms, and she melts like ice cream against his chest.
“You know, princess, after such a long, fun morning, I think it might be a good idea to take a little afternoon nap.” He starts walking away, his voice trailing off and I just stare in awe for a very long moment.
This is my life. That’s my husband. My daughter. All of my dreams came true, and now I get to spend the rest of my life married to my best friend while raising our children. A small smile tugs at my lips.
Elijah will be happy to hear there will be another prince or princess joining our family soon.
Later that evening after Rosie’s bath, three stories and a thousand and one kisses, Elijah and I retreat to our bedroom. I strip out of my clothing and let him devour every inch of me. Even after we’ve been married for a few years, he still claims me like a man starving of oxygen. And I still burn with need for him like a hormonal teenager. I don’t think our appetite for each other will ever be satisfied.
My pussy throbs as he slides all the way inside of me, a single hiss passing his lips before he starts pistoning his hips. Tonight he feels larger than he ever has before, his touch bruising and the bite of his fingers into my skin brings a delicious zing to the pleasure already coursing through my veins. Sweat slicks our bodies, and it isn’t long before we’re both flying over the edge and into bliss-filled waters.
I’m floating down from one of the best orgasms of my life, my body quaking with aftershocks.
“I love you, Sunflower... I love you so fucking much,” Elijah croaks, peppering kisses against my neck, chest, and cheeks. Every single one leaving a tingle behind.
“I love you too, and I have something to tell you.” At my response, he pulls away, his eyes slicing through me.
“Is everything okay?”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Everything is fine, husband. It’s just…” I drop a hand to my stomach and rub it gently, my eyes staying on his. It takes him a moment to piece the puzzle together and then he’s cupping me by the cheeks, pulling me into his face.
“You’re… you are pregnant?” he whispers as if he can’t believe it.
With tears in my eyes, I nod my head. “Yes. You’re going to be a father all over again.”