We don’t get much sleep during the course of the week, but that time together was much needed. Wayne is still very much in demand as a surgeon, but he and Amanda have added new partners in their practice since Amanda has been busy. When she became my sister-in-law a few short weeks after Wayne and I got married, it wasn’t much of a surprise. I am surprised my brother lets her go to work with all the protectiveness he displays.
Nine months after our second honeymoon, our second son, Talon, was born.
Sometimes a change of scenery with the man you love makes all the difference in the world.
When I lost my sight, I was distraught for many reasons, one of which was that I’d never see my children. Wayne gave me that and so much more. He’s been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I shudder to think that if it hadn’t been for my cancer, we would have never met, but I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason.
I wouldn’t change a fucking thing in my life.
All roads lead to Wayne.
Helen Keller once said that the only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision. I agree with that statement.
This vision of the future has everything I need. Mainly, the love of a good man and my children. All the rest, that’s just extras.
Epilogue
Wayne
Fifteen Years Later
The last twenty years and six kids with the woman of my dreams have been nothing short of amazing. She is the air I breathe and nothing and no one will ever come between us. Today is my fiftieth birthday and I am not happy about that. My beautiful wife seems to get more and more beautiful every fucking day, while I’ve aged rapidly in the last few years. I think it’s because I have two daughters getting married in the next few weeks and the other two are out in the dating world.
It’s a lot for a father to take all at once.
I’ve lain awake for a few hours this morning just staring at my wife. She moans and rolls over in her sleep, effectively waking herself up. Her green eyes pop open. Her yawn and stretch do nothing to calm the raging hard-on that began with her moan. My monster knows what he wants.
“Happy birthday, husband,” she says thickly. Her sexy voice is full of sleep.
“Thank you, wife. Good morning,” I say pulling her closer to me. Close enough for our lips to meet. The first touch of her lips is just what I need to start each day. Her already naked pussy rubs against my thigh, seeking relief. I love how hot she still is for me, even after all these years. “You need something?” I ask chuckling. I know that only I can give it to her, and that makes feel about a thousand feet tall.
“You know that I do,” she says. I roll on top of her, my cock hitting her clit just right if her moan is any indication. Sliding into her is the best part of any day. The fact that she’s put up with my shit for so long is indication enough that she loves me, but she goes above and beyond every day. “So good,” she says.
Each thrust is harder than the last. I feel her little pussy flutter around my cock as she squeezes me like a fucking vice. I move within her for a long time, at my age, any amount of time drug-free is a miracle, but I do believe that is the beauty of a younger wife. She keeps me young. I fill her pussy because I can’t take it anymore. Her nails dig into my back as she comes.
“Happy birthday to me,” I say as I pull out of her and move back to my side of the bed. I gather her close to me.
“Indeed,” she says laughing. “I, um, have some news. I am not sure how you will take it though,” she says suddenly series.
“News? What news?” I ask.
“I’m pregnant.” Talk about a bombshell. My mind races. Our youngest is fourteen now. This is a huge gap between them, but being a dad is the best thing I’ve ever done in my life. Being Cathleen’s husband and a noted surgeon take the second and third spots in that order.
“That’s amazing, baby. Did you forget to take your birth control or something?” I ask, confused as to how this hasn’t happened before now.
“No. It failed. I forgot I was on antibiotics a couple months ago when I had strep throat. The doctor said that renders birth control pills, especially mine, useless while the antibiotics are in your system. You’re not upset, are you?” she asks hesitantly.
“Of course not. I am just amazed that’s all.” She still doesn’t look convinced. “I swear, puddin. I love you. You’ve made me the happiest man alive and this is just another reason to be happy,” I assure her before kissing her.