Epilogue

Epilogue

Elizabeth

The following Halloween

Iam going to die at the cuteness overload as I place I fix my babies' cushions around them for the perfect holiday pictures.

Esme and Easton are almost three months old, and I may have sneakily ordered matching pumpkin rompers with tiny pumpkin hats. We made some beautiful babies. I might need Zak to undo his vasectomy.

I stand back, pleased that the scene is complete with cobwebs, spiders, stuffed monster animals and a black cat.

I take all the pictures very quickly, to my heart"s content. Why Zak hates Halloween so much is beyond my understanding. He said the only thing he loves about it is the fact that he took me that night. Technically, it was the morning after Halloween, but he glared at me when I told him that.

"No. What have you done to my children?" Zak's voice moans from behind me.

"What? They look adorable," I replied shamelessly.

His hands travel from my waist to under my vest to squeeze my breasts. I feel my vest soak through as he massages my breasts. His fingers pinch my nipples, forcing more milk out. I feel his dick rub my ass.

"Have they fed yet?" His voice was husky with need.

I clench my thighs together.

I love this filthy man beyond words.