62. Epilogue

Six months later…

Hayden scowlsat me as he walks through the door of my bar, and I shiver, hiding my grin. He narrows his eyes and clenches his jaw so hard that I'm surprised he has any molars left, honestly. He"s been like this for months, ever since my ex boyfriend tried to kill me and our babies. Secretly, I love that he"s so overprotective, but I wouldn"t be me if I didn"t make him crazy on purpose.

Besides, he loves it.

He"s so hot when he"s angry. I smirk at him before turning to pour a beer for one of the regulars and passing it across the bar. My belly brushes against the counter and I rub it when one of our little ones kicks—hard. The boys one hundred percent take after their father if the pummeling my ribs, organs, and especially bladder take on a daily basis is any indication.

"Princess, what the hell are you doing here? You"re supposed to be staying off of your feet."

"I"m fine," I say, waving him off as I waddle around the bar to go collect empty glasses from the tables. "I"m pregnant, not broken."

Hayden growls as he follows me, grabbing my elbow and pulling me back toward him. "You need to sit down before you fall. You"re looking a little pale. Sawyer said you need to stay in bed."

"Sawyer needs to mind his own damn business." I glare at Hayden as he smirks at me. He loves that we fight about this shit because he knows I"m going to give in eventually. "And staying in bed all day is boring. I have too much to do with the restaurant opening next week."

Yep, I finally did it. Hayden convincing me to continue with my OnlyFans the last six months meant I got all the weirdos who have a pregnancy kink flooding to my channel and enough money to expand The Sin Bin into a restaurant and bar the way my dad dreamed. There"s something so satisfying about being able to fulfill his dreams and see them come true, knowing he"d be proud of me.

He probably wouldn"t love the way I did it, but hey, we"re not thinking about that.

The point is, I did it and the chef I hired is finalizing the menu, so mostly all I need to do now is taste test all the things.

It"s a hardship, truly.

I run my fingers down the middle of Hayden"s muscular chest, trying not to drool while I look up at him. "Unless you want to entertain me."

After the season ended in round two of the playoffs, Hayden's had nothing to do but work out and hover over me constantly. It's been fun. I'm surprised I got away from him this long today before he tracked me down.

His eyes darken as he grabs my wrist and pulls me toward him. "You know I always want to entertain you." He gives me the kind of dirty kiss that makes my toes curl and one of the regulars whistle at us.

Okay, so I guess I don"t actually need to be here. Lila"s got it covered and my back is killing me. My feet are swollen, and I"d kill for some grilled chicken and veggies. Yeah, other women get fun pregnancy cravings like ice cream and mac and cheese, but all my babies want is veggies and lean protein like freakin" animals.

"Take me home?"

Hayden yells over to Lila that we"re leaving as he scoops me up into his arms, giant belly and all, and carries me out the door like I weigh nothing. Not gonna lie, it"s super hot. But eight months pregnant with twins, his dick isn"t going anywhere near me.

Lucky for me, my man is the giving type, so despite the lack of penetration, we still find ways to enjoy each other.

And that"s how I find myself, half an hour later, spread out naked in our bed with his head between my thighs and a camera recording it all. My fingers grip his hair as his wicked tongue does things to my clit that make me scream. He"s got two fingers inside me, curling them against my g-spot while he licks and sucks until my legs shake and my eyes roll back in my head.

I"ve lost count of how many times he"s made me come.

He finally pulls away when I"m panting and sweaty, his face glistening because it"s coated in me, and he licks his lips before hovering over my body and licking one of my nipples. "I can"t wait until your milk comes in."

"Hayden," I moan, arching into him as he teases me with his tongue. His hard dick presses against my thigh, but I know he won"t push me when I"m this uncomfortable and it"s all his fault. "You"re going to kill me."

He grins as he kisses his way up my chest and then nips at my jaw. "You"re not allowed to die, and you"re definitely not allowed to die before you bring our sons into the world."

He falls beside me, pulling me against him so I"m the little spoon while his hand rests on my belly. I sigh, living for these moments. Soon, our lives are going to be complete chaos, so I"m relishing the quiet while I can. "What do you think they"ll be like?"

"Hopefully nothing like me," he says with a chuckle.

"Hey," I say, twisting as much as I can to glare at him over my shoulder. It doesn"t go well. "Don"t talk about my husband like that. I wouldn"t procreate with anyone who"s less than incredible."

He chuckles. "I didn"t exactly give you a choice, wifey. Next time—"

I scoff. "Excuse me? Next time? What makes you think there"s going to be a next time? I"m never doing this again." Okay, so maybe I"m lying. I"ve loved being pregnant, mostly. Sleeping sucks and my back hurts twenty-four-seven, but feeling my babies roll and kick? Best thing ever.

He laughs as he kisses the back of my neck. "Whatever you say."

"Hayden..."

"It"s happening, even if you won"t know when or how. Better get used to the idea now. I want at least five."

"I will spike the hell out of one of your drinks and pay a doctor to give you a vasectomy."

He laughs again, his hand moving down between my legs and rubbing slow circles over my clit. "You can try."

I moan as he works me up to another orgasm, knowing I"m going to be too tired to fight with him about this later. I think that"s his ultimate plan, keep me too high on him to say no. But it"s okay because we both know I"m going to give in eventually. He"s too damn convincing and I"m too damn gone for him.

And maybe I want more babies with him. Maybe I want to see him hold our little ones and watch him fall in love with them the way he did with me.

But it wouldn"t be us if it wasn"t a fight.

He"s not above playing dirty to get what he wants, but then, neither am I.

In the end, I think we"ll both win.

I guess we"ll just have to wait and see.

THE END