Her Christmas Wish

I watch her will she makes breakfast with my sister. They are laughing about something I know nothing about. I lose track of time while watching. Suddenly, my sister whisks the baby out of my arms and Hannah leads me upstairs.

“What’s going on, Hannah? Are you okay?” I ask.

“Better than okay,” she says. “I am pregnant again,” she says grinning at me. We both wanted a big family and now we are well on our way to that.

I pull her into my arms and kiss her. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I lay her down and love her like she deserves to be loved. Loving this woman was easy and fate made it possible. There is nothing more amazing than the love of a good woman and I have it in spades. Christmas wishes and a little time travel made all my dreams come true.

How lucky am I?

Epilogue

Hannah

Thirteen Years Later

As I sit in the living room with my family opening presents, I look around and feel blessed. Our six children rip through the colorful paper that Brett and I painstakingly wrapped for them. This is what life is all about. Once I learned how to drive, everything else came naturally to me, especially being a mother. I watch my nieces and nephews doing the same. Torn wrapping paper covers every surface in the room. My youngest, Matilda, even has some in her hair. I stifle a laugh.

In a few minutes, Anika and I will start breakfast. We have our traditions and every year we come up with something new. Before I head into the kitchen, I rush upstairs and check the pregnancy test I left on the counter. I already knew it was going to be positive, I dreamed about it every night for three months. I love that my dreams come true and nightmares aren’t something I have to worry about. The Universe got it right when they paired Brett and I together. We are as loving as can be, but we are also as explosive as the sun. The perfect blend. The air shifts and charges as he enters the room. He comes about behind me and wraps his arm around my waist.

“You pregnant again?” he asks, kissing my neck. God, how I love it when he kisses my neck.

“I am. I can’t believe we are going to have seven kids,” I breathe as he pulls my pajama pants down just enough to enter me from behind. I grip the counter as he does so. “Ahh,” I cry.

“You like that, babe. You like when cock is buried deep inside of you?”

“You know that I do. Don’t play with me. I need what only you can give me.”

“Your wish is my command, always,” he says then he pulls all the way out of me and slams back in.

I stopped worrying about being sent back a long time ago. I’ve lived an amazing, full life in the last fourteen years and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Wishing for the right things can make all your dreams come true. We are living proof of that.

One Pussy.

One Cock.

One Life.

Always.

Forever.