Epilogue

8 Weeks Later

L eaning on the doorjamb of the nursery, I stay silent watching Kendra snuggle Bo in her arms while Tina Turner plays softly in the background. The light is low, and it's warm in the room. She glances up and smiles big. I can't believe I get to come home to this every day. This is our home, a place where we will grow and make memories. Kendra and Bo brighten the space, both metaphorically and materially. They are my home.

"My girls," I say.

"She's out like a light," Kendra whispers. I take our daughter into my arms.

I hear the noise before I can stop it, and spit-up covers my suit jacket.

"Aww, look, it's her overwhelming happiness that you're her father!" Kendra coos.

"I'm sure she'll change her tune when she's a teenager."

"She better change her tune within the next four months. Our laundry is seriously out of hand." Miraculously, Bo got none on her onesie—lucky me. She's looking much more comfortable now, and I'm able to gently place her into the crib while Kendra stands and helps me slip off my blazer.

"Is this a bad time to mention I brought home Mexican? It's on the counter."

"Oooh!" Kendra does her little food dance. "Si, papi. I'm going to rinse this off and get it set aside for dry cleaning."

"Thanks, baby."

My fingers brush over Bo's forehead. I could stare at our child for hours. Sometimes I do. Seeing our shared features in the most beautiful baby I've ever seen makes my chest fill with warmth. I give myself a few minutes to stare in wonder at how Bo brought us together much sooner than expected. I always knew I would end up with Kendra, but I'm so glad I didn't miss out on this time together.

"Thank you," I whisper.

Kendra appears behind me and rests her palm on my back. I lean in to give Bo a kiss and then reach around to squeeze Kendra's hand. I have the family I've always dreamed of.

"How was your day today?" she asks as we slink out of the nursery and close the door, leaving it open a small crack.

"Good. The team says they want you to bring Bo by sometime this week." They get to see all the photos Kendra and I share with them, but every player on the team is eager to hold the first Rogues baby.

She chuckles. "I'd love to… but final edits aren't finished on episode four. I'm going to be swamped this week, which means…."

I like the sound of that. Kendra bites her bottom lip and gives me those enchanting light-gray eyes.

The corner of my mouth tips up in a half smile. "What do you need, baby girl?"

"A distraction?"

She's been asking for "distractions" more and more since her sex drive has returned after having Bo. She can't get enough, and neither can I.

"Now?"

"It's been too long since I've felt like myself… Daddy."

Her eyes find mine, and she nods. I've been waiting to hear that word from her. The one that tells me she's ready for me to take control. We had sex as soon as the doctor gave us the all-clear, but it's been gentle up until now. We've been taking it slow, but she's ready for more.

"Tell me what you want." My jaw clenches at her blinking up at me. She's got the look in her eye I've been craving. The last time I was rough with her was in my office, the night she went into labor.

"I want my daddy."

I can't stop the smile from spreading across my face.

"Take off your clothes." My smile fades as I take a serious tone with her. If she wants to play this game, we will play. "Now."

She raises her eyebrows while her fingers work the waistband of her pants.

"Okay, then."

I grab her chin. "What was that?"

I've gone way too long without seeing that mischievous, sexy grin she's giving me.

"Yes, Daddy."

She shimmies out of her pants, and I reach around to grab a handful of her ass, then slap it. "Good girl." After peeling off her shirt, she turns around, and I brush her hair to the side, giving me access to unclasp her bra. It falls from her shoulders and onto the floor. She bends over to remove her socks, and I slide my hand up her spine, gripping her neck. I want to take her right here in the hallway. She tugs off her socks and stands upright, I snake my fingers to the front of her neck and pull her into my chest. As she rubs her backside against my thigh, I feel up her cheeks, then administer a swat to her ass.

"Bed."

I lean my shoulder against the wall and enjoy the sway of her ass as she saunters to our bedroom, then disappears through the doorway. With blood rushing to my cock, I shove off the wall and follow. When I turn the corner into our room, she's crawling onto the bed, giving me the perfect view of her pussy before she makes herself comfortable, cushioned by pillows and looking every bit the angel she is, then she does something I don't expect.

"Watch," Kendra says, massaging her breasts with her palms, and I smile. Nothing is hotter than seeing this woman take her own pleasure.

"Should I pull up a chair?" I tease.

"Just watch…" Her eyes are focused. So are mine. I love the sight of her. My cock twitches as I observe her movements. God, she's gorgeous. Kendra adjusts her fingers and gropes again, and this time, the tips bead with milk. Holy hell. I haven't touched a drop of her breastmilk, but that doesn't mean I haven't thought about it.

"How long ago?" I don't know when she last nursed, and I'm not about to steal my kid's next meal.

"We've got time."

A drop of milk drips down the underside of her breast, and I groan. It's what I've been waiting for. She parts her thighs, and my hands move to unbuckle my belt. A slow smile creeps onto her face. She knows it drives me crazy, and her eyes are daring me to do something about it.

I will.

I shuck off my pants and unbutton my dress shirt, letting it fall off my shoulders. I crawl over her, my cock heavy and eager. While cupping her chin, she looks up at me, seeming pleased with herself.

"Are you going to be good for Daddy?" I ask.

Her silver eyes are filled with mirth, and I love her for it.

Seated between her open legs, I get situated, resting my length on her clit. Covering her hands with my own, I guide them up to her breasts again and massage until another bead of milk forms on the tips. With my eyes locked on hers, I dip down and lick her nipple. Holy fuck. The taste explodes on my tongue like honey. She tastes like sugar-coated candy.

My dick hardens even more, and she rolls her hips against me. "That's it, baby girl." I kiss up her breasts and find her neck, biting and sucking. Her small cries fill my ears, and I grind against her. With her hands between us, she continues to knead, and I sit up to watch. As soon as those beads form again, she drags her darkened nipples across my lips, painting them with milk.

"Fuck," I groan, sucking her finger into my mouth. I slurp the breastmilk and spit it on my cock. Then, with my length notched at her entrance, I thrust forward and sink inside the sweetest pussy I've ever known. Leaning forward once again, I suck her hard peak between my lips until I taste her on my tongue. Her legs part wider, giving me more room to work, and I force her to take every inch of me.

"Oh my god," she groans. It's hard not to smile at that, especially when she reaches overhead to use the headboard as leverage to fuck herself on my length. I'll allow her to take what she needs for now.

With my head cocked to the side, I revel in the sight of her rocking against me. The way she showcases her body has me teetering on the edge. "You're doing so well, baby girl. Keep fucking yourself on me. Use Daddy to make that pretty cunt come." She picks up speed, but it's not enough.

With a hand at the base of her throat, I lean in and whisper, "Harder, Kendra." I growl, "Fuck yourself harder."

Panting and moaning, she's just not getting there. It's been a while since we've been more rough. "Tease your clit, baby." One hand lets go of the headboard and skims the base of my cock when she rubs herself. My palms grip her soft sides as I work her up and down my shaft. Again and again, base to tip. I pause only a second to give a small swat to her cheek. She whimpers— I know that whimper . "There you go, baby girl. Don't think."

Her lips roll together as she hums and clamps onto me. Fuck yes. The cry is heaven to my ears. I love listening to my girl get off. "Good fucking girl, there you go, keep going, keep going." I don't change a thing as she comes. My hand stutters as my balls draw up. I can't hold out. I slap the side of her ass, relishing her gasp. Fucking hell. With each pull into me, I release more into her. Kendra's insides are painted with my cum. Nothing gives me a high like watching milk droplets fall from her brown nipples right after I've filled her pussy. I lick the beads of milk, but I need to see the rest.

"Get on your hands and knees, baby girl." She does as she's told, and I spank her a second time. "Turn around."

I glide my palms over her backside, spreading her cheeks, and appreciate my work.

"Push it out for Daddy, let me see how full you are…" My eyes lock onto the cum dripping from her tight pussy. Damn, I love this woman. The sight is so erotic I want to start all over again, but instead, I massage the rosy handprint, then swipe the cum with the side of my thumb and push it inside. "Good fucking girl."

Rolling to her side, she sighs with a smile. Her thick eyelashes flutter closed, and I marvel at how good my life is. I position behind her and bring my knee between her thighs, not wanting a drop to leak out. She groans a second time. "Mmmm… it's good to be back."

I chuckle into the back of her neck, sweeping her hair aside so I can kiss her shoulder.

It is.

After dinner—and a couple helpings of ice cream, we've got about an hour before Bo wakes up again. I love seeing Kendra eat whatever she wants again. No more nausea, and now she can eat full meals because there isn't a baby pressing against her stomach.

I wrap up dishes, and we settle in front of the fireplace. Kendra dug through our board games until she found the Game of Life buried in the back of the game cupboard. This has become part of our evening routine. That game is especially appropriate tonight. With my face on MNSports every time I turn around and her working in television, we've decided the best way to unwind is for us to have face-to-face time without screens.

"These fuckin' taxes are killing me," she says, slapping down the pastel paper money to the "bank."

"At least you don't have two cars filled up with kids. Where the hell are the condoms in this game?"

She laughs. "How many kids do you want? In real life, I mean."

"Twelve."

She chokes out a laugh and nudges me. "I'm serious."

I shrug. "Two? Three? What about you?"

Kendra nods. "At least two. Being an only child can get lonely. I want them to have each other when things get tough and we aren't here anymore." Makes sense. "I've been thinking about reversal…"

I glance up. "Yeah?"

"It has a forty- to eighty-five percent success rate."

"Well, I think our odds are pretty good, considering we ended up with Bo after a two percent rate." I chuckle. "But, if not, I'm happy to have another child with you, in whatever form that is. When you're ready to make an appointment with the doctor, let me know and I'll come with you." I spin the wheel on the board and move my two cars the appropriate number of spaces.

"I love you," she says.

When I look at her, she's gazing at me with all the love in the world. How did I get so lucky?

"I love you too." With her in my arms, I press my lips to the top of her head. "You are it for me… I will choose you every time, Kendra. You will always be mine."

She sighs and rests her cheek on my chest.

"Will you marry me?"

Ever so slowly, she pushes away from me, and as soon as I see her smile and twinkling eyes, I fish out the box in my pocket and open it. She holds my gaze without even looking at the ring and answers the most beautiful yes I've ever heard. I still get a small gasp when she peeks down and sees the diamond sparkling back at her.

I slip it on her finger where it looks even better than I imagined. She climbs to her knees, faces me, and cups my cheeks in her hands.

"And you will always be mine. Yes, baby. My answer is always yes."

I spin her around and hold her to my chest, crossing my forearms in front so she's pinned against me. "Wanna know how much I love you?"

Her head tilts up to face me. "Yeah."

I point to my phone set up in the corner. "For the aftershow."

Her laugh rings out, and she wiggles free from me, hops up, and snatches my phone from the concealed location. She saunters back, climbing into my arms again. Her finger taps the screen, and the camera adjusts to front-facing. We look at each other on the screen, and she tips up her chin to kiss me.

"I love you enough not to air it. They can see the beginning of our love story, but the happy ending is ours."