Epilogue

Eight years later

Jason

I stand beside Bianca with our three-year-old daughter, Lila, on my arm, as we watch Oliver give his presentation at the school's science fair.

It's a proud moment for me; watching my son confidently share his knowledge about earthquakes with his classmates and teachers. Watching him now, I can't help but realize how much he's grown from that little sunny four-year-old boy to an even sunnier, amazing twelve-year-old. It's been a journey for us all. I've learned and unlearned, but one thing that's remained constant is the peace and contentment that I've found since Bianca and Oliver walked into my life. I don't even remember what my life was like before them, nor can I imagine it without them in it.

Oliver gives a little comical bow that has the audience cackling and clapping as he concludes his presentation. He did a great job, and I can see the pride on Bianca's face as she claps along with the others. Lila squeals in my arms, feeding on the crowd's excitement. I bet she has no idea what's going on but she's a happy child just like her brother.

I can feel my chest expanding and constricting with pride as I watch Oliver share a celebratory hug with his peers, laughing and fist-bumping. This moment makes the countless hours that Oliver and I spent working together on the project worth it. I couldn't have been any more proud of him.

"That's my son," I say to a grumpy father standing beside me, grinning widely. He gives me a sour look but that does nothing to dim my happiness. After the program ends, Oliver comes running to us, beaming with excitement.

"Dad! Mom!" He exclaims, running straight into my arms.

I ruffle his hair, while Bianca bends down to kiss his forehead. "You did great, hun," she says, holding him close for a moment.

"Olly!" Lila squeals, reaching out her tiny hands to her big brother.

Oliver smiles brightly, gently taking Lila from my arms and swinging her around. She giggles with joy, her little arms wrapping around his neck. I watch them fondly, grateful for the bond they share.

"Thanks for helping me with my project, Dad," Oliver says, still holding Lila Rose in his arms.

"It was my pleasure, buddy. I'm so proud of you," I reply, giving him an affectionate pat on the back.

Bianca joins in, offering Oliver a high-five. "You put a lot of hard work into that presentation, and it really showed," she says with a smile.

"Can I go show my sister off to my friends now?" Oliver asks with a cheeky smile.

"Sure, sure," Bianca says, rolling her eyes playfully at him. "Dad and I will talk to the teachers and other parents for a while. Have fun and be careful with your sister."

Oliver nods and zooms off in typical Oliver fashion, Lila's squeal of excitement trailing after them.

"Typical Oliver," Bianca murmurs, rolling her eyes despite the fond smile tugging at her lips. "Always so impatient." She turns to me with a small smile. "Want to come talk to the teachers with me?"

"I think I'll sit this one out," I say, shaking my head. Despite my evolution over the years, I'm still not so great at making small talk with people. Bianca nods, rising on her toes to place a quick kiss on my cheek before walking away.

I stand at the back of the room, watching Bianca chat with one of the teachers. She laughs at something the other woman said and I find myself just as mesmerized with her laughter as I was eight years ago.

She's so beautiful and I fall in love with her more every day.

I take a moment to reflect on how far she's come. After recently finishing her master's degree in elementary education, she's bagged a job as the director of this very elementary school to resume the coming week. She did all that while raising our kids and loving me selflessly. To me, Bianca is simply the coolest, most determined, and amazing woman that exists.

When Bianca returns to my side, I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "How was your talk with the teachers?"

She smiles up at me, the warmth in her pretty gray eyes radiating through me. "It went well. They're really looking forward to me starting next week. The principal even said they're excited to have someone with my expertise on board."

"That's great, honey," I say, beaming with pride. "You're going to do amazing things here, just like always."

She chuckles lightly, resting her head against my shoulder. "You're always my biggest cheerleader, Jason. I don't know what I'd do without your support."

"You won't have to find out," I reply, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Because I'll always be here, cheering you on."

"Thanks, babe," she says, raising her head to look at me.

I pull her even closer, indulging in her delicious flowery scent. "Have I told you that you look absolutely ravishing today, love?"

Bianca chuckles, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You may have mentioned it once or twice," she teases, leaning into my embrace.

"Well, I think it bears repeating," I say, stealing a quick kiss from her lips. "I'm proud of you too, you know."

She raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Oh? For what?"

"For everything," I say sincerely, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "For being an amazing mother to our children, for pursuing your dreams and finishing your degree. I'm just proud of the woman you've become."

Bianca's eyes glisten with emotion, and she gives me a grateful smile. "Thank you, Jason. It means a lot to hear you say that."

"I'll say it over and over again," I say, leaning in to kiss her briefly on the lips. I wish we weren't in a room full of people so that I could ravish her lips the way I crave to… Eight years and I still want her with a passion that's almost consuming in its intensity.

I wonder how she'd feel about having another kid now that Lila is a little grown. Lately, I can't seem to get the thought out of my head; another fair-haired little girl like Lila or a gray-eyed little boy like Oliver. I make a mental note to ask her about it later. Now is hardly the time to discuss such matters.

After we left the school, we took the children out for ice cream and games before heading back home. By the time we arrived home, they were tired and it was easy to put them to bed.

Once we're all alone, I scoop Bianca into my arms and carry her all the way to our bedroom while she giggles excitedly like a schoolgirl. I love it when she laughs so in always looking for ways to keep her laughing.

In the room, I set her gently on her feet and pulled her into my arms, gently running my mouth up her neck.

"Finally, we're alone," I whisper against her skin, trailing soft kisses along her neck. Bianca shivers in my arms, a low, contented hum escaping her lips. My hands roam over her body, down to her ass. I squeeze roughly, moaning when she grinds into me. "I've been waiting all day to peel that dress off you."

She leans back slightly, gazing into my eyes with a sultry smile that sends thrills down my spine. "And I've been imagining that all day," she murmurs, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Have you now?" I tease, a grin tugging at my lips. "I'm tempted to make you wait a little longer."

She playfully slaps my arm and lets out a laugh. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me," I challenge, pulling her even closer. She giggles softly, sliding her hands up my back. I lower my mouth to hers as her arms slide up my chest to lock around my neck. I reach behind her to tug at the zipper of her dress. The silky material slips easily down her body, pooling on the floor around her legs.

"You too," she says, tugging the hem of my shirt. I help her lift it over my head, letting it pool on the floor with her discarded dress. Then she grabs my belt, undoing it before moving on to my zipper and button.

I reach out to cup her face tenderly as I lower my mouth to hers in a gentle kiss. step out of my pants, then boxers. She pushes me towards the bed, but I pick her up. She loops her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She laughs gaily as I toss her on the bed, her mouth forming an O as I walk over to the closet to lift the long mirror. I carry it to the other side of our mattress, setting it against the wall so she's staring at her reflection. Then I step around the bed, coming behind her. I thread my fingers through her long shiny hair, turning her head so I can capture her mouth in a hard kiss. Then, I press my cock between her hips, nudging her pussy lips from behind as my other arm clamp over her waist. I shove my tongue in her mouth, gently nibbling her lower lip.

"Stop teasing me, babe," she moans.

"I've been thinking," I murmur, trailing my tongue along her left shoulder blade while keeping my eyes locked on hers in the mirror.

"Huh?" She murmurs distractedly, craning her neck to allow me more access.

"What do you think about having another baby?" I ask, watching her face to gauge her reaction.

She twists her head to look at me, then reaches up to cup my face in her palm. "I've also been dreaming of a little boy with your eyes recently."

"Really?" I ask hopefully, an unconscious grin tugging at my lips.

"Yes," she nods, her smile widening slowly. "Or another girl that looks exactly like Lila."

My chest swells with joy at the thought. "That'd be wonderful," I say, returning her smile.

"Tomorrow, I'll call my gynecologist about getting off my birth control," Bianca says, her eyes brimming with excitement. "We can start trying for another baby as soon as she gives the go-ahead."

"Thanks, honey," I say, placing a soft kiss on the side of her head. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she replies, then crawls onto the bed on all fours and grinds her ass over my throb cock.

"Now, let's get to work."

Locking my gaze on hers in the mirror, I slide into her, moaning deeply in pleasure as her warmth engulfs me. She moans deeply, her muscles flexing around my length, pulling me in deeper. I grab her hips, holding her in place as I pull her onto my lap causing her to gasp in surprise. With our knees bent, bodies joined, and eyes locked, I forced her hips up and down. She starts to ride him, and I continue to meet her thrust for thrust. Our breaths mingled, our broken moans bouncing off the walls.

"Your pussy is so fucking wet," I mutter against her neck, slamming faster into her. "So sweet…"

"Harder, Jason," she groans, grinding her hips in a way that almost drove me over the edge.

I kiss a sensitive spot behind her ear, raking my teeth over it, loving the way her body trembled in response. Then, I slam into her, so hard and so suddenly that her body rocks forward with the force.

"Look in the mirror," I command gruffly. "Watch how beautiful we are when we fuck."

She obeys my command, eyes glazed, mouth slightly parted as she stares at our reflection in the mirror. The image is so hot that I feel myself growing impossibly bigger inside of her.

I reach down, sliding my fingers between her folds once more. She screams my name, bucking violently against me. I swirl my tongue around the side of her neck, matching the pace of my thrusts.

"Fuck, Jason!" She screams, her muscles contracting uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm crashes through her.

"That's it, honey. Come for me. Look how stunning you are when you come," I say, gliding my hand up her chin to guide her gaze towards our reflection.

Another wave of orgasm racks her body as I fuck her harder. I can't seem to stop. It feels like my body is burning with a raging fire. Need and desire rage through my veins like a storm. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge but I don't want to let go just yet.

"Come with me, baby..." she pleads, her voice raspy.

I slide out of her, flip her over so she's lying on the bed, the in one hard stroke, I slam into her. Hard. She cries, her nails digging into my shoulders as holds on for dear life. I can't feel the pain, though… I can't feel anything except the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my veins.

"You're mine. Say it," I command through gritted teeth. The need to hear it is urgent.

"I'm yours," she says breathlessly. "Always and forever."

"And I'm yours." I slam into her again and this time, we spiraled together.

"Fuuuuck, Bianca!" I growl, my shoulders bunched, my abs flexing uncontrollably. My strokes became wild and frenzied. Then my muscles suddenly tense up, an unconscious cry bursting out from my lips as my cock start to pulse inside of her.

After we both return to consciousness, I roll off her, pulling her body snugly against mine. "I love you, Bianca," I murmur, kissing her temple.

"I love you, too, Jason," she replies, snuggling deeper into my arms. "Always and forever."

~The End