Everything got so busy so quick, with her dad’s promotion and looking over plans, finding the right lot, and setting to work in arranging to build our own house I guess six months goes by pretty fast.
Plus, we’ve done so much baby making every day, and each time feels so much better than the last I guess we both kinda got lost in each other.
“Well, that settles it,” I proclaim. “No more running around. I want you on your back with your feet in the air until further notice.”
“Promise?” she grins, leaning over and squeezing my crotch until I groan.
“Oh, doctor’s orders,” I promise, kissing her right back as her lips meet mine at the traffic lights until someone behind us honks me back to reality.
Extended Epilogue
Two Years Later
Serena
“Why would you need to wear it again?” Carter asks, making me growl as I toss the veil from my wedding dress at him as he sits up on one elbow, seeming to enjoy my despair.
The storm outside lights up his features and a few seconds later a huge rumble of thunder makes the windows shake.
“For when we re-take our vows, silly,” I almost yell, one of the few things that gets me genuinely mad is not fitting into clothes anymore.
It’s the most precious memory I have next to the birth of our son Kyle and his sister, Reese.
“Oh… I knew that,” Carter mumbles, sniffing the veil before laying back in bed as he traces it over his naked chest.
“I keep telling you Serena, the more of you there is, the more there is for me to grab hold of, and the more there is to love,” he tells me for the millionth time.
And when Carter tells me stuff like that he’s not just saying it, I’ve seen the effect me looking at myself in front of the mirror has on him.
It’s maybe why I keep doing it, I dunno.
I’m never happy with what I see, but by the time Carter’s shown me how much he appreciates it, sometimes an hour or two later, I’m too spaced out from coming so hard on his cock I really forget all about it.
“It’s not fair though,” I whine, noticing he’s not looking anymore, but I can see his tent pole under the sheets.
“What’s not fair baby,” he murmurs, pretending to go back to sleep.
“Your body’s so perfect, you can eat whatever you want and you look better than you did the day I first remember meeting you.”
He makes a contented sound, enjoying the compliment before his eyes snap open, making me shiver once they scan my nearly naked body standing in front of our bed.
His eyes move past mine, following my curves down my back to my ass in the mirror, as though he has an extra set of hands somewhere in those dark, brooding pools of mystery I could stare into all day.
“Get over here,” he commands casually, lifting back the sheet and making me gasp as I feel myself quiver internally at the thought of all of him inside me for the second time today.
I crawl onto the bed on all fours, making sure Carter has an excellent view of my chest as my breast sway in front of him under my negligee.
His low growl matches my own sounds as I reach out for his manhood, so hard it seems to get bigger and harder every time I feel lucky enough to hold it.
But before I can grip his heat, we both hear a familiar sound.
Carter stifles a sigh and I reach over, pulling the sheet over his hard on trying and failing to cover it.
“I’ll go,” he says, moving to get up and go to our crying babies.
“Oh no,” I insist. “You’re not walking around the house with that!” I exclaim, pointing to what I know will have to wait. “You’ll knock something over. Plus not in front of the children, remember?” I remind us both, slipping on my satin robe as I pass the door, gently comforting the little ones with my voice before I even reach their room, which is right next door.
The storm’s woken the kids, making them a little upset but it’s probably time for at least one of them, our youngest Reese, to have her bottle anyway.
I never really wanted a big house, but I think we both just knew deep down we’d have a big family. And the extra room seems extra now, but I know as our kids grow, and all the brothers and sisters to come that we will use the whole house from the basement to the attic.
I pick up Reese first, the youngest she’s hungry more than anything. Cradling her in my arms I move over to Kyle’s crib, hushing and soothing him with my hand before I bend over to kiss him back to sleep.