Epilogue

Cameron

My internal clock wakes meat five a.m. Samantha is curled into my chest, her legs tangled with mine. Her sable brown hair hides her face from me, so I gently brush her hair out of the way. She looks so peaceful and just as beautiful this morning as she did at our wedding yesterday. I press my lips to the top of her head and close my eyes as my fingers trace up and down the line of her spine. I spent more time inside her than not last night, and as much as my dick wants a repeat this morning, I let her rest.

Our wedding was perfect with only our family and closest friends in attendance. With high school football playoffs starting next week, our honeymoon, however, is being postponed until after Christmas. Samantha left the location choice up to me and of course I chose a destination where I’ll get to see her in a bikini ninety percent of the time. We leave for St. Lucia the day after Christmas.

Samantha sighs and I feel her smile against my chest. “You know we don’t have to be up for hours.”

“I know.” Between being raised on a farm and being in the Army, I’ve always been an early riser. Today, however, I am perfectly content to lie here in bed, holding my wife in my arms.

When I wake up again a few hours later, the sun streams in brightly through the window of our hotel. Samantha stirs and places a kiss on my chest. “Good morning, husband.”

I smile at her greeting and place a soft kiss on her forehead. “Good morning, wife.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” Samantha stretches against me, and my dick responds. The grin she wears tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.

I flip her to her back and hover over her, my dick teasing her entrance. Before I can push inside her, both of our phones begin blowing up with text alerts. She pushes against my chest, “Wait, wait! Grab the phone!”

I roll off her and grab my phone from the bedside table. I lie back down beside Samantha, bring up the text thread, I hold it up so we both can see. “It’s a boy! Aubrey did great and he’s perfect. More info coming soon.” I type a quick congratulations and then silence my phone before tossing it back on the bedside table.

Samantha snuggles into my side. “I was hoping they had a boy. We should run by the hospital before we head home for brunch.”

“Good idea. But you know what I think we should do first?”

Samantha looks up at me, and heat flares in her eyes as her finger softly traces the line of my stubbled jaw. “What’s that?”

I roll my wife to her back and trail a line of kisses from the corner of her mouth to the sensitive spot below her ear. Samantha’s legs wrap around me as a soft moan escapes her. “Work on giving the newest Hutchinson a cousin.”