Not Yet

“Push,” Dr. Cross calls out and Ali bears down with all her might.

There’s a long silent moment that passes through the room and then suddenly there’s a cry. In one quick moment she gives us life and my heart is so overwhelmed with love.

“It’s a girl!” Dr. Cross calls out and then there she is on Ali’s chest and we’ve got our arms wrapped around her.

I kiss Ali’s forehead as she begins to cry and then she looks up at me with watery eyes.

“I love you so much,” she says and I kiss her soft lips.

We break apart to see our new little girl and then I look up at Mom. She’s crying just as hard as Ali as she looks down at us and smiles.

“Go ahead and tell Dad,” I say, and she nods and rushes out of the room. I laugh and shake my head. “He’s going to be so happy.”

“I know,” Ali says as she kisses our little one on the head.

“Thank you,” I whisper and she looks up at me.

“For what?”

“Everything. Since the day you walked into my life, it’s all been right. You’ve made every moment on this earth perfect.”

“Stop or I’ll keep crying.” She wipes away tears as she smiles and we stare down at our daughter. “I love you too.”

It’s a long time before any of us get any sleep, but it’s a moment none of us will ever forget. It’s another page in our forever and I can’t wait to add more.

Epilogue

Ali

Ten-year high school reunion…

“It fits!” I say as I burst out of my closet with my Homecoming dress on.

It’s a little snug but somehow it’s still on. Three kids, and maybe a fourth on the way if I’m guessing right, and it still fits.

“You’re wearing that?” Drake looks at my chest where my tits are trying to burst free. He slides his phone into the pocket of his slacks and as always he looks yummy. It doesn’t matter if he’s on the football field, manning the grill in the backyard, or dressed up. He always looks good.

His eyes leave my chest to meet mine. Okay, maybe it doesn’t fit like it did ten years ago but I still got it zipped and that’s what counts.

“I don’t want to ruin the dress,” he warns, and I know he means he’ll rip it off me and then I’ll have to put something else on. My boobs are spilling out of it because somehow pregnancy made them bigger. My waist might be almost the same as back in high school but the girls aren’t close.

The dress caught my eye while I was getting ready and I wasn’t sure why we were going to the high school reunion to begin with. The only people from high school we still talk to are Lindsey and Liam, who are as happily married as us. We’re all going together since Lindsey talked us into going.

We found out the Blonde Brigade has been on the outs since high school. I’d be shocked if Court or Eric show up tonight. They ended up together somehow and it’s my understanding both are under investigation for fraud and things are not looking good for either of them. I heard jail time was in their future but I don’t pay much attention to it. There are always rumors about different things, so Drake and me being stepbrother and sister is small compared to the other things people got themselves into since high school. We’re a pretty normal, drama-free family.

“I’m not wearing it, so hands off.” I point my finger at him in my own warning. I know it’s the wrong choice of words the second they come out of my mouth.

He’s all over me in two seconds and the dress is gone. Thank God he doesn’t rip it, not that I care in this moment. He lifts me into his arms and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me back in my closet and kicks the door shut.

My ass meets the island that is in the center of my closet and I moan. When Drake had the closet built for me I thought he was overdoing things, but I was wrong. This island gets used a lot for our sneaky sex sessions. They’re much needed with our three little ones running around.

“This is what I wanted to do when you came walking down those stairs in this damn dress all those years ago.” His mouth finds mine and I know for a fact my panties aren’t going to make it from the sound of the material ripping.

“I have to get ready,” I say, even as I go for the button of his shirt. There’s nothing I love more than being skin to skin with my husband.

“What you have to do is let your husband fuck you. You owe me. You’re always taunting me with these outfits. You made my teenage years so damn hard.”