Marquise

“Come on Goddess. Let’s go get this over with.” I grab her hand as we walk to the door. Stopping, I turn to her and tell her one more time, not that it will be the last. “I love you so much, Chrissy. Thank you for loving me.”

“I love you too, Marquise. Thank you for saving me.”EpilogueChrissyFive Years Later“Duchess, don’t hit your brother,” I tell my four, almost five-year old who might as well be fourteen. She has blonde hair and blue eyes with light skin.

“But he started it, Mama,” she whines, pointing at her three-year-old brother, Junior. He’s as dark as Marquise, but he has my blue eyes.

“Nuh-uh, Mama. Sissy bad.”

“Alright you two, go play with your cousins,” I say before taking a drink of my iced tea. They run off to play in Nanny and Gampy’s giant backyard at their Illinois house. We haven’t been to DC since the inauguration seven months ago. Gampy is the president of the United States now but manages to come home and see his several grandchildren. My sisters-in-law chuckle.

“I’m exhausted,” I tell them. We just moved from the townhouse to a house in the same neighborhood as Kieran and Susan.

Not that Marquise let me actually move anything other than my purse in my current, ever present knocked up condition. Baby number four is on the way. Marquise loves seeing me pregnant with his seed. He's obsessed with a part of himself being inside of me and until I physically can't, I'll give him however many babies I can. I look at our children playing with their cousins. There's nine of them out there running through the sprinkler, kiddie pool extravaganza we set up for them. Finn, our youngest just started walking and is having a hard time keeping up with the rest of the kids. Garrett is the only odd one out. He's at the kid size picnic table, coloring.

"I bet. How's the new house?" Frannie asks, even though she lives next door and has been to my house every night this week.

"It's beautiful. It's perfect for us. Plenty of room to grow into," I reply.

"That's good, especially for you guys." It's my turn to laugh because that's the truth.

"Yeah." I look over at Marquise standing at the grill with his brothers holding a beer. Suddenly, from across the yard, our eyes meet. His silent command is enough to have my body humming. Frannie gets my attention by tapping my forearm.

"We'll watch them for a few so you can use the bathroom," she tells me, grinning like a loon.

"You sure?" I ask, praying for a little alone time with the man I crave.

"Absolutely," she assures me.

I get up from my chair and head into the guest bathroom closet to the kitchen, our spot. As always, I take off my panties and wait for my husband.

A few seconds later he comes into the bathroom and holds out his hand. I set my wet panties in them and wait for him to command me.

"We don't have time to do this properly, but I will give you what you need," he says, his voice strained. He wants my pussy just as much as I want his cock.

"Uh-huh, Daddy. I understand."

"Turn around, hands on the counter," he demands. Immediately, I do what he says.

"Did you wear this pretty firework dress, just for me?"

"Yes," I moan when he runs his finger over my ass.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Daddy," I say before his hand comes down lightly on my right cheek.

"Be quiet, Chrissy. No one hears you come but me." I nod as I hear his belt and zipper open. A few seconds later his cock enters me from behind and it takes everything in me to not make a sound. I push back on him and meet him thrust for thrust. He leans down and after moving my hair from my neck and ear, he whispers, "I love you wife."

"I... love you too," I whisper back, just before coming hard on his cock. I feel him pulse within me and I hear his soft grunt.

"Every damn time," he says, pulling out of me slowly.

"What?" I ask, holding my hand out for my panties. He gives them to me and then pulls me closer and kisses me.

"You come every time I tell you that I love you," he says.

"Can't help it. It just does something to me."

"Get used to it, baby. You're mine forever."

"I know. I know."

I can't believe this is my life. Being in love with a man like him, who takes care of me and our family so well, is worth more than I ever thought possible.

He saved me.

I saved him.

We saved each other.

Marquise is every damn thing good in my life and I'll do anything to protect that.