Epilogue

One Year later…

I holdmy daughter close as I watch my wife laughing at something one of the little kids surrounding her said. It's St. Patrick"s Day and we are once again at the Shade building. Only this time the front doors of the building are open for people to come in and out as they please. On the main floor we have different things for children to do, one of those things being face painting.

I turn with my daughter in my arms to look at the painting of the Shade building my wife created before we ever even met. I'd immediately had it sealed in a clear case and framed. I might have sold off the company, but I kept ownership over the building. I could never part with something that brought Charlie and me together.

I kiss the top of my daughter's head before I head toward my wife. I recognize a lot of the kids here today. A big portion of them regularly go to the community center. I still can't forget the look on my wife's face the day I told her she owned it.

She's done so much with it in the short year she's had it. Barton is long gone and will never harm another woman. I made sure of that. I like that I can now use some of the political pull I have for the community center. I'd do anything to keep the smile on my wife's face. When she's happy, I'm happy.

We both spend a big chunk of our time there. It's why I sold the company. I couldn"t be in two places at once and I wanted to be with my growing family. Charlie is at the center. I'm at the center. I stroll over to my wife when I see a man start to head her way. I know the look. He's almost to her. She looks up at him, but his eyes catch me heading toward them. I shoot him a look I've perfected over the last year. Stay the fuck away from my wife. It's one I have to use more often than I like.

She turns, knowing I'm here. She shakes her head, sending her blonde curls bouncing. They're the same little curls she gave our daughter. I pray our next child is a boy. I'm going to need all the help I can get.

"You about ready? We have dinner plans tonight," I remind her. The reservation isn"t for a few hours, but I have plans that include my wife on her back while our daughter takes a nap. I need to get another baby inside her. She said she wants a big family and I always give my wife what she wants.

"Fredrik is bringing John again." she beams up at me. Frederik's grandma took a turn for the better and so has his dating life, it seems. He's been with the same man for over six months now. I'm pretty sure that"s a record. I hope it sticks because my wife loves date night with them. I also like John. He enjoys good whiskey and can go on about baseball as much as I can.

She leans up on her tiptoes. I bend a little so our mouths meet. I try to deepen the kiss, and my wife laughs.

"Let"s get you home. I know what you need." She gives me a small smile. "You're trying to get another baby in me."

I know the chances aren"t great. The doctor said it would be hard getting her knocked up again while she's still breastfeeding. I can't bring myself to choose which I love more—her round with my child or when her breasts leak her sweetness.

I groan as I think about it, and Charlie laughs as she already knows what I'm thinking. She always does. She wiggles her finger at me to come closer. I lean down even more. Her lips go to my ear. "You don't have to choose. I'm already pregnant."

My cock goes fully hard at her words. I can already see her round with my baby, her breasts filled with milk. I pull back and place our daughter in her arms. She takes her. Before she can move I'm picking her up, cradling her in my arms as I carry them both out of the building. I hear people laugh and cheer. Many of them are used to me doing this.

"Someone is getting lucky," Andrew says as he opens the car door with a laugh.

I'm more than lucky.

THE END