Epilogue

HOLY

Ten Years Later.

"D addy, Betty did it again!" Our oldest child and first adopted son, Ricochet, yells from the pool, glaring at where Betty, our youngest and sweet miracle child, who is the epitome of her mother, giggles. After jumping in and soaking her brother, she's mighty proud of herself.

"Sorry, bud, you know what Mom said." He's dying to splash her back, but he won't. Both my sons have an obsession with their mother that honestly rivals my own.

We adopted Ricochet eight years ago when he was two, and while he's been an active handful, he loves to be around his family, and despite her driving him insane, two-year-old Betty is the light of his life.

Seven years ago, we adopted Ricochet's newborn brother when their biological mother died from an overdose while six months pregnant. It was a long road to recovery for Jermaine, Jr., but he's healthy as can be and follows Della everywhere she goes.

Currently, they're inside making necklaces for both boys that match the one I secretly bought from Della years ago. The leather has had to be replaced twice since then, but it's one of my most prized possessions.

"Can we go down the slide?" Rico asks, and I nod, watching as he helps Betty out of the pool and carries her up the stairs. These kids nearly live in the pool at home, and adding slides only made things more fun for them. So, when they're not in school, playing soccer or hockey, or helping their mother, we can always find them here. We've even hired a nanny with lifeguard experience for when we can't be by their side.

"They're having fun, I see." My wife's arms wrap around me from behind as JJ jumps in the pool with a loud shout. Betty laughs and claps her hands as she rides down the slide with Rico.

"Indeed," I agree, turning my head for the kiss I desperately need. "You always taste so damn good," I murmur into her mouth.

"It's the gloss," she smiles, sitting on the pool's edge with me, in a red bikini that has stolen my attention.

We watch the kids play until their bedtime. Since it's a weekend, I get to put them down for the night. A real fucking treat when all they want to do is play. Thankfully, the boys are good at wearing Betty out, so she's conked out before I've put her in her crib.

"Just one movie, Dad, please," Rico pleads as JJ drops to his knees and clasps his hands together.

"One. Don't bug us, either. Right to sleep after." Rico scrunches his nose as he nods, knowing full well not to fuck with me when it's my time with their mother. I take that shit seriously. They get her all day; at night, she's mine.

Entering our room, I place Betty's monitor on the dresser and find my wife naked on top of the covers, waiting for me. She's been one horny woman lately, and I'm beginning to wonder if she's tapping into my own lusty feelings for her.

"Play with me, husband." Fuck.

I don't hesitate to strip and crawl up the bed to her. Sliding my dick right into her soaking wet cunt, I make slow love to her, savoring her cries and whimpers. Her orgasms last longer this way, but once I've wrung a few out of her, I take the turn I want.

Fucking into her until she pushes on my shoulders, trying to get me to slow down, I grip her wrists and hold them above her head. Trapping her under me, I use my other hand to cover her mouth, stifling her screams as I wrest an orgasm from her that nearly bends her body in half as I hold still, forcing my cum deep inside her pussy.

Panting and out of breath, I make love to her mouth with my own until she's breathing normally again. "Thank you for this life," I tell her, pushing her sweaty hair off her face. "I'll never be able to repay you for the gifts you've given us.

"I love you, too, Holy, more each and every day." We spend hours kissing and loving on each other until we're too exhausted to move again.

The End!