"Yes," I say, "we are." I say it emphatically, but he doesn't notice. He's too spun up in the proposal.
"Marry me. Make me yours because goddammit, Molly, I'll be yours forever."
"Yes," I say. "Of course I'll marry you. Of course, 100 times over, I'll marry you. I just have to tell you something first."
"Wait," he says. "Let's see if it fits." He slips the ring on my finger.
"Mike, this thing is huge."
"I know, which is why the guy is probably going to get fired for putting it in the goddamn mail. That's six carats."
"I don't need six carats," I say. "That could be a down payment on a house."
"But we already own a house."
I laugh. "You're right. You gave me a house and you got me this ring and you gave me a baby."
He smiles. "Soon enough," he says. "Soon enough you'll have a baby."
"No," I say. "I do. We do already."
"What do you mean?" Major asks.
"Just a second," I say. I run down the hall to the bedroom, but he's chasing after me, laughing, ready for whatever news I have to share. I hand him the pregnancy test. "Look."
"Oh my God. When did you take this?"
"I just did minutes before you walked in. I was wondering why I felt so terrible all day."
"Baby, you felt terrible?"
I laugh. "I did, but not anymore. Now I'm fucking engaged and I'm pregnant with your baby and..."
"Oh my God," he says. "Molly, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”
“I’m so happy too. This is literally everything. You are everything. Mike, I love you."
"I love you more," he says.
"See? The baby batter worked." I kiss him deeply.
"I think it was the cup of sugar that really brought us together."
I smile. "You're right. And now, we're going to have a baby, you and me." The timer goes off. The chicken is ready. "I made us dinner. Since you bring home the bacon, I figure I might as well put some food on the table for my man."
"Dinner sounds good, but Molly, you're all I need."
EPILOGUE 1
MAJOR
9 months later…
In the ten months since I met and fell in love with Molly, there hasn't been a day where I've woken up without a raging hard-on. Today is no exception. I roll over in the bed, cradling my very pregnant wife in my arms, and my cock aches. I nudge right up against her bare ass and it's impossible for me not to run my hands over her swollen belly, her big ripe tits, pumping my shaft against her ass. She rolls over, and she runs her hand over my arm.
"Morning, baby," she says sleepily.
"Do you need more rest?" I ask her. "Or do you want me to start a pot of coffee? Get you some breakfast?" I brush her curly hair aside and I kiss the base of her neck. Her back is so warm, hot.
And I know what she needs or what she craves when she wakes. It's not coffee. I know what she needs first.
"I'm awake now,” she says, taking my hand and pressing it between her legs. I reach under her belly. She’s pregnant with my daughter, and fuck, I can’t wait to meet that baby. I know it’s going to bring our life so much joy to have children. But it’s these special moments alone with her, the love of my life, that feel most precious right now.
“I’m so wet. Do you feel that?” She moans as I edge my cock against her ass. “I want you so bad, Major. Please, I need you to get me off and then we can have coffee. Maybe breakfast in bed?”
“I can do breakfast in bed, but fuck, you're the only thing I want to eat."
She smiles, rolling onto her back as I get under the covers between her legs, her sweet slit dripping already as I run my tongue up and down her folds. She's been uncomfortable, as expected, carrying a baby into the world. But with her resting here on her back, her legs dropped open, I want to make sure she feels incredible.
"You comfortable?" I ask her.
"Are you kidding me? I feel amazing right now," she murmurs, running her hands through my hair as I begin to suck her clit, teasing her ever so softly. Getting her nice and ready for the release she's been dreaming about all night.
"Fuck," I groan, tasting her. "You're so good. I can't get enough." I play with her sweet center, my fingers dipping deep inside of her, and I know she loves it by the way she begins to ride my hand as I insert one finger and then another. The blankets fall to the side and I can't help but thrust my hand deep inside her swollen pussy.
"Fuck. Fuck, baby," I groan as I pump my hand against her cunt, taking her to the place she needs to go.