“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I never had their love, but they would rather save their image than keep me safe. Wow. Joseph, can we just get married as soon as possible?”
“Yes, love. I can call my mother and see what she has in mind for another quick wedding.” He took my hand in his, gave it a kiss, and held it for the ride back. “I love you, Rachael and I’ll do anything to protect you.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Epilogue
Joseph
Three years later…
“Have the house demolished,” I ordered. Rachael wanted nothing to do with her parents’ home. They were in prison for a bevy of a charges and they weren’t going to see the light of day. Roxie had been sent there right along with them. Apparently, there had been more going on than any of us knew. Her parents had overspent for the past decade and owed millions. They began a Ponzi scheme and it had come to a head. The Harrison’s had stolen a total of two-hundred and fifty million dollars. They were thrilled that Rachael would be mine because they had hoped she could be their savior. It wouldn’t have happened. They tried to destroy me and they stuck up for their daughter’s attacker. Which I thought was curious, but that was answered when I found out Roxie’s involvement.
She was blackmailing them. They didn’t want it to go away to save face, they wanted the case to be dropped so Roxie wouldn’t rat them out to the police.
“Are you sure, sir?”
“Yes, we need to rebuild it to three family homes on the land.” Rachael walked into the room, holding our little girl, Kylie. “I’ve got to go. Just get it done.” I hung up, then stood and walked around to her.
“How are you feeling?” I asked. Our six-week wait is over.
“Horny, but we need to put this little one down for her nap. How long is your mother going to keep Joey?”
“Overnight,” I grinned. My father knew that I couldn’t think straight the past month and a half. Before her, sex had been irrelevant, but now going without for even a few days made my concentration lapse.
“Good,” she whispered.
“Too bad we can’t leave her there, too,” I suggested, earning me an eye roll. She couldn’t because she was still breastfeeding and Kylie was fussy if she didn’t feed every three hours.
“Who were you on the phone with?” she asked as I took my sweet, little doll from her.
“My construction manager.”
“Oh, good. So everything is in order then?”
“Yes, love. I told you I would take care of it. All of the items have been sold and the people have all been repaid. They had so much expensive crap that there’s money left for the rebuild.”
“That’s perfect. Thank you for doing this.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t need their money. Truth be told, I don’t want their money tainting our family.”
“I don’t want our kids to have it either. We have more than enough.”
“Yes, we do, but follow me because my angel needs a nap and I need to fill your pussy up with the next Middleton.”
“Watch your mouth,” she said with a blush. Having our little girl changed my wife in the cutest way. She’d grown a bit more feminine, her tension wasn’t as high and her heart opened to more people around us. Maybe it had to do with her parents being out of her life, but I felt like she was freer to be herself.
“I love you so damn much, Rachael,” I confessed, my heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest every time she turned her smile to me. We climbed the stairs and placed our baby girl in her crib for her long nap. She was just as perfect as her mother.
“Joseph, let’s hurry,” she whispered, creeping out of the room on her tippy toes. I bit back a laugh and did the same. But sex in the bedroom was out of the question. We were too close to the baby’s room and I had every intention of making her scream the roof off. I caught her down the hall about to sneak into our room. Taking hold of her hand I spun her around and flipped her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
“I can’t fuck you up here with her napping. I want to do you so hard your chanting my name like it’s your lifeline.” I smacked her ass over her jeans. She squirmed with a giggle. I wasn’t sure where I was headed, but my balls were full and my wife needed to help me relieve the ache. “Do you want that, Rachael? Do you want to come for me?”
“Always,” she moaned,