Epilogue

Five Years Later

Orlando

Loud shrieks tear through the air, cutting through the cozy warmth of our bedroom. I glance over at my wife, still nestled beside me, her hair spilled across the pillow like a halo. She stirs slightly when I lean in and press my lips over her neck, a sleepy smile creeping on her lips.

"I guess the boys found the presents," she chuckles at the commotion coming from the downstairs.

"Hmm," I hum, nuzzling her neck and hugging her close, the warmth of our bed contrasting with the chill of the winter morning outside. The faint glow of Christmas lights twinkles through the window and casts a gentle light across the room.

The laughter from the living room grows louder, bursting through the walls and I can almost picture our sons' wide eyes and grinning faces as they unwrap the presents my wife and I left under the Christmas tree last night. The two boys are the best of friends and after watching the terrible job my father-in-law did with his kids, I vowed to make sure all our kids grew up in a loving home like I did.

"We should get up," Aria whisper, burrowing deeper into the covers. "We have that Christmas dinner to get to later."

This is the first time in five years that her family is holding a family Christmas dinner but this time, it'll be hosted by Fabian who took over as the head of the family a few years ago. Fabian promised Aria a nice dinner without any of the drama she experienced in her last family dinner and although Aria has reconciled with most of her family, her father included, I can tell she's still a little conflicted about going. Nico will not be there, that much I know.

I made sure of it.

Two years ago, Nico got into trouble with the law was arrested for armed robbery and sentenced to five years. To the rest of the family, it was karma waiting to happen. To me, it was pay back for the pain he caused my wife. If Aria suspects I had something to do with her brother’s arrest, she’s never brought it up.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to," I tell her. "We can have our little Christmas dinner like we do every year. Take the kids out for a night stroll and then come back here and make love until we're sure I've planted another baby in you."

"Don't even start," she chuckles, swatting my hand playfully when I slide it around her waist and cup her tits. The sound morphs into a whimper when I pinch her beading nipples between my knuckles. "Oh God, we don't have time for this!"

I lean up and trace my mouth over the slope of her neck and she turns her head to face me. I fall deeper in love with those beautiful blue eyes when they lock on mine. "You are gorgeous, princess," I rasp thickly, wondering once more how I got lucky that I get to wake up to this hot woman every morning.

"It’s you who's unreal," she whispers softly, lifting her hand to trace it over my jaw, her gentle touch causing my hard cock to jut against my sleeping pants. "I can't begin to imagine how my life would have been if I had never met you. I would probably be stuck with some man my father picked for me, living a miserable life. I would never have been brave enough to get into painting or open my own art gallery."

"You would have found a way, princess," I rasp, brushing my lips over hers. "But I am happy I was there for the journey."

Aria smiles, that pretty one that makes her eyes shine brightly. "We should probably get out of bed and check on the kids," she whispers while threading her fingers through my short beard before dropping them to my chest. "I got you a present too. I hid it somewhere you’d never think to look."

I've seen it. The large frame she hid in the garage behind a bunch of stuff. I don't know how she thought I would miss the massive package in the corner of the garage barely concealed by some old lawn chairs with a little tarp over it.

"I can't wait to see it," I say, honest in my words. I've seen the gift and I know it's a painting from its packaging shape, but I didn't look. "I got you something too." I lean down and kiss her. She makes a low mewling sound as I deepen the kiss, slowly winding our tongues together. "You are going to love it."

For months, Aria has been gushing over a renowned brush maker in Japan, talking nonstop about how he makes the best paint brushes and would give anything to have a set, but the man has a long list of clients and works on only a few sets a year. This was one of those things that money cannot buy but I am a man who more than anything wants to make my wife happy. So, I got in touch with one of my old clients who was happy with our past services. He made the arrangements five months ago and I received the brushes a few days ago. Unlike my wife, hiding her present was easy.

"Can you give me a hint on what it is?" she whispers, tracing the contours of my chest before moving down to my firm stomach. My muscles contract under her soft caress and cock juts hard, leaking endlessly behind my fly. "Please, Daddy."

"Fuck!" I growl when she slides her hand into my pants, wrapping her delicate fingers around my cock and stroking me slowly, making it hard for me to breathe. "You are not playing fair, princess."

"Hint," she whimpers, her own breathing just as labored.

"It's from Japan."

She stills, her mouth falling open as she blinks owlishly at me. "H–how?"

"I have my ways."

"You… you didn't," she chokes out, her eyes welling up with tears, gratitude so plain in her gaze it floors me. "But they said… I heard that he isn't taking any new jobs. How…"

I reach out and brush the tears from her eyes with my thumbs before leaning in and kissing her. "I love you, Aria. I would have gone to the man my damn self to get you those brushes if that's what I needed to do."

"God, I love you," she cries out, wrapping her free hand around my neck and pulling me down on hers. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me."

I like to think it's the other way around. Before Aria, I never put much stock into marriage or kids or starting my own family. I never thought I needed it but then one day I felt someone watching me. The soft caress of a gaze which lingered on my skin, and I was drawn. A moth to a flame.

When I first saw Aria, I knew it was her that I would spend the rest of my life with. I wanted her, I want her now. Every morning, I want those eyes on me as I slide my cock in and out of her wetness, fucking her through the mattress as we try not to make a sound and alert the kids opening their gifts downstairs.

"Oh, Daddy!" my wife sobs into my chest as I grip her ass, hammering into her warm cunt. The headboard slams against the wall as I pound into her, my movements growing fevered. I lean in and slam my mouth down on hers, merging my hoarse groans with her whimpered moans. My heart beats in tune with hers with every slam of rigid cock. Every thrust merges both our bodies and souls.

"Mine. You belong you me, princess," I growl against her lips. "I love you."

"I love you," she sobs, her sex clenching hard around me as she orgasms. I bury my face in her neck and roar through my climax, spilling my spend in her womb and fucking her through it until we're both out of breath.

We lie in silence for a moment with her clinging to me as we catch our breaths before she suddenly perks up. "My Christmas gift," she cries out, patting my back and pushing me off. I fall on my back with a laugh as I watch my wife jump off the bed and disappear into the bathroom.

My eyes shift to the window where the snow is getting heavy. "I think a snowstorm is coming, we might not be able to make it to the family Christmas dinner after all," I tell her when she walks back into the room.

Aria stops and turns to look at me, assuming a sad face but she is not a very good actress. "Oh no, we are going to miss the family Christmas dinner this year too?"

I bite back a laugh. "Seems that way."

"What a shame," she says before walking over to kiss me. My wife is practically vibrating with excitement as she rushes out of the room in her robe. "If you need me, I'll be downstairs with my new babies."

A content smile settles on my lips as my gaze shift to the window and the falling snow. There is no way I will be able to top this year's gift, but I am already looking forward to the next Christmas. And every single one after that.

~The End