“I told you it would be fine.” I should have known not to doubt him.
“Are you ok baby?” standing on my toes, I kiss him before burying my face in his chest. I am now. He kisses the top of my head.
“Good. I heard you baby, loud and clear. I heard you calling for me. You took twenty years off my life. You are never leaving my eyesight ever again.” Totally fine by me. “I love you, my Fern, my woman, my life.” “I love you too, my hero, my protector, my world.” I never knew what to make of my…ability. I wasn’t sure if it was a gift or a curse. It was always a part of me, this piece of my soul that couldn't be altered, but often enough, I wanted to rid myself of it. Now, now I know it was meant to bring me here, this moment, with this man. Now I know. Life is not just all of what you see. It is also made up of what can’t be seen.
That used to scare me. Not anymore.
Epilogue
Loid
Two Years Later
“Hey beautiful.” Walking into the kitchen, I see my sexy wife, holding our daughter Brielle on her hip, her protruding stomach leading the way as she walks towards me.
“Hey yourself handsome. Did you find her?” She hands me the baby and grabs her bottle off the counter.
“Yes, we did. She is at the police station waiting for her parents.” “Thank God. I was so worried. I have never had my vision blocked so much by so much evil. I was praying you found her in time. Did you catch them?” “No. They ran out the back and the fucking rookie cops didn’t setup a perimeter.” She shakes her head in disgust, much like I feel. My daughter has fallen asleep in my arms, and I take a second to smell her tiny head and take in her innocence and purity. My eyes open to my wife watching me as she often does, and I wink at her knowing where her mind is.
The past two years have been more than I ever expected. After the incident in the restaurant that day, I refused to wait to make her my wife. I found a priest and with her friend all of my guys as our witness, we were married the next day in the forest of our compound. A few weeks later we found out I had knocked her up on the first try.
Our daughter Brielle was born, screaming and demanding and at fifteen months, she is still in charge, but you would never know it by her sweet demeanor and gentle spirit. Much like her mother. The connection Fern I share has grown and we have found a way to make it work so that we can help others who are in peril.
“Where is my kiss, wife?” grabbing her ass I pull her against me and take her mouth in an urgent exploration of things to come. “Our daughter is sleeping.” I whisper in her ear before kissing her neck.
“So it seems.” Tease.
“I am going to put her in her bed. I want you on the bed, naked, in the right position. Understand?” “As you wish.” I watch as she sashays her plump ass in front of me up the stairs before I follow and put my baby girl down for her nap. As always I take a second to stare at her cherub pink face and promise to protect and listen to her wants, needs and aspirations. I also swear to kill any boyfriend she ever has. As it is she has the men in this compound by the palm of her hand as the only baby girl and it drives me crazy when her ‘Uncles’ come over to steal her attention from me. My Angel.
Taking my time, I walk into the bedroom and see my wife is naked as instructed, but she is not on her hands and knees. “Is this how I told you to wait for me?” she shakes her head no, tweaking her nipples with her fingers. Slowly I drop my pants and stroke my cock, licking my lips as I watch the honey dew drip from her pussy with her legs spread. “Someone is being a bad girl. Tell me why you’re so sticky, baby.” “Because I am achy and I need you, husband.” Smack. I hit her pussy with the palm of my hand.