Epilogue

Two Years Later.

"Dada!" As soon as I walk through the door, our twin terrors come racing towards me as quickly as their wobbly little legs will allow them. Scooping both boys up in my arms, they wrap theirs around my neck, nearly choking me out.

"You boys been good for Mama?" They might terrorize me, but they are sweet as peach pie for the woman we all worship. Which is precisely how it should be. Pulling back, their little heads nod rapidly up and down. "Good, ‘cause I brought you each a present." They squeal excitedly. "Where's Mama?" They point towards the kitchen, and I know exactly where she'll be.

The pool deck.

Ever since that night two years ago when she was taken from me, I've amped up security and installed underground sensors so that when anyone steps foot on the property, the new security tower is alerted. When they're unsure of where my wife or children are, they come in, weapons first.

Since Soren practically lives near the pool while she's pregnant, they keep their eyes peeled for any alerts around the back deck.

"Sally will help you get the gifts from my luggage while I go see Mama." Setting the boys down, they scurry over to my suitcase and wait patiently for the woman they've come to call Grandma to help them.

"She's not feeling well today, Adonis." Concern quickens my steps.

When I see Soren curled up on the lounger, her umbrella providing shade, and several ice packs surrounding her very round, pregnant body, I try to temper my concern.

"Baby girl." I crouch down next to her, rubbing my hand across her belly. I love that she's not too shy to cover up and still wears bikinis despite being nine months pregnant with another set of twins. I will worship this woman's body until the day I die, and she knows it.

"Mmm, Daddy, you're home." Her lips curve into a smile I want to kiss. As soon as our lips touch, the tension eases from her body.

"Sally says you're not feeling well today?" We have a complete medical staff staying in the guest house for this specific reason. Soren loves being pregnant; her body, however, not so much. Right now, though, I recognize the problem.

"I'm okay," she says as she rolls into the pillow at her back, which helps support her so she's not flat. That always seems to be the worst position, and she complains that nothing ever feels as good as when I'm her support.

Pushing the cups of her top away, her swollen breasts immediately start leaking milk. With the new babies coming, she stopped breastfeeding the boys a few months ago so they wouldn't fight over who got her tits at feeding time. They were okay with being big boys once we got them some special cups to drink from that were exactly like my own coffee cup.

"You going to let Daddy take care of you, baby girl?" I finally get her eyes as she pouts and nods her head. "Good girl." Slipping a hand between her legs, I latch onto a nipple and suck deeply. Her sweet cream explodes on my tongue, and less than a minute after rubbing her clit, she moans out a release. The combination of me milking her and playing with her sensitive bud always sets her off.

"I missed you, Daddy." Holding me to her chest as I switch to the other breast and insert two fingers into her tight pussy, I'm incredibly grateful to have found this woman.

There is nothing more perfect than the life she's given me.