44. Epilogue 1 - 6 Months Later

Chapter forty-four

Epilogue 1 - 6 Months Later

Devon - Part 1

S he’s radiant. Glowing. Her hair is thicker and shinier. The swell of her breasts has grown considerably. And her belly is round and ripe with my child inside. She’s never looked more stunning.

“You look like a creeper,” Finn mutters from beside me as I watch Jaxcen out in the street being showered with gifts by the people in my town that have now become her friends. Her family.

“I don’t care. I’ll never get enough of her.”

“Yeah, I’ve picked up on that.” Finn chuckles. “You look exhausted though.”

This time I drag my gaze away from the baby shower celebrations and face my best mate.

“She’s so horny all the fucking time. We have sleep sex, like a lot.”

Finn’s brows shoot up. “What the fuck is sleep sex?”

I shrug. “I dunno. It’s just what I’m calling it. One minute we are both asleep. The next minute our bodies have gravitated together and we both wake aroused as fuck already groping each other.”

“Fuck. Really?” Finn asks. “That kinda sounds… hot. ”

I nod. “It fucking is. Especially with how far gone she is when we finally wake. She’s like, possessed or something. All I have to do is let it happen.”

“Shit. Pregnancy hormones?” Finn asks and I shrug.

“Maybe. I hope it’s not just that though. I wanna keep waking up like that.”

We both chuckle before I turn my sights back out onto the street, watching Jaxcen’s sister, Presley dote over her.

“Last night, she was already well awake when she woke me. My cock in her hand, stroking me as her lips closed around my tip.” Fuck, my cock twitches at the memory. “She told me to go back to sleep, that she’ll be done soon, and then she rose over me and sat on my cock.”

“Fuck. You gotta stop telling me this. I’m getting hard which is not something I want to be doing from words that fall from your fucking lips.”

I laugh at Finn as he shifts uncomfortably and continue anyway.

“Dude she was making me hard so she could ride my cock and she thought I’d just fall back to sleep. As fucking if. Then we were at it for three fucking hours.”

Finn laughs. “Is that why you look so tired lately? You too old to keep up with your young baby mumma?”

“Nah, I’ll never be too old for her. She keeps me young.”

And it’s the truth. For now anyway. I may be in my early forties and Jaxcen in her mid-twenties, but there’s something about our union that makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.

“How are you still standing, man?” Finn asks curiously, and I shrug.

“Why do you think I lock myself in my office every morning when she goes into the bakery to work? I’m catching up on sleep on that shitty old couch.”

Throwing his head back, Finn laughs before clapping me on the back .

“I was gonna ask why you don’t just go up to bed in your suite, but my guess is you don’t want to risk her catching you having an old man nap just to keep up with her.”

“Shut up,” I grumble, even as my lips kick up. “So, is it ready?”

“Yep, here are the keys.” Finn dangles the keys between us and I accept them, slipping them in my pocket before I turn and walk out of the Palace.

“Let’s do this.”

Jaxcen - Part 2

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but I can’t help it. I feel so full with life, love, and happiness. Marilda and my sister Presley conspired and planned the most wonderful baby shower and gender reveal I could ever hope for, and I’ve been made to feel so much more special than I ever imagined.

It’s been a beautiful day, Main Street closed off as they do so often for town celebrations, decorated in all things baby.

There are so many gifts. Clothes, blankets, cute teddies, all for this bump that keeps kicking me from the inside. I have no idea how we will fit all the gifts up in Devon’s suite.

Today is an unusually sunny August day, hinting at spring, ready to kick winter to the curb. Spring is the season my baby is due to be born.

In less than a month.

I’m more than ready to meet the little future soccer player or karate expert given how well he or she kicks. Every time I sit to relax, the little devil starts using me as a boxing bag.

“Are you ready?” Marilda asks, smiling at me as she rests her son Damon on her hip. “The next part of today’s events are happening at the cliff.”

I beam at Marilda as Presley insists to everyone else to go ahead, and excited anticipation rushes through me.

The reveal.

We are going to do the reveal soon, and I’ll finally know if this baby is a boy or a girl.

“Where’s Devon?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder to look for him, but can’t see him anywhere.

“I think he’s already there.” Presley beams, offering me her arm where I hoist myself up off the chair, my free hand rubbing over the eight month swell of my belly.

“Well, let’s go and find out who this is in here.”

Presley and Marilda beam, walking with me slowly towards the grassy town square that leads to the cliffs.

We chat as we walk, talking about all the gifts I’ve been showered with today, and it takes me a moment to notice that the lush green grass under foot starts to become covered with rose petals.

Frowning, I glance up to see that we are at the foot of a rose petal path, lined with our friends from the town gathered along each side, and up ahead, standing all the way over by the cliff’s edge on his own, is Devon.

“Why does this gender reveal feel like I’m about to walk down the aisle?” I whisper to my sister and friend, who both giggle, but don’t answer me other than Presley saying, “Go to your man.”

Feeling rather exposed with all eyes on me, I start walking over the rose petals and quickly forget about everyone, because up ahead is Devon, and the closer I get, the more I can see his eyes locked onto me, onto every step I take, and I’m drawn to him like a magnet.

Behind him there’s some sort of box I noticed Marilda and Finn setting up this morning for the gender reveal, but my attention goes right back to the way Devon is looking at me, making me feel this is something more .

“What’s going on?” I whisper as I near him, and Devon takes my hand, tugging me closer before he lowers to one knee.

Devon - Part 3

I’m so fucking nervous. I don’t know why, but fuck, I want to get this right.

She looks stunning walking towards me, her stomach swollen, her skin glowing.

She’s like the sun.

Warm. Bright. And burning for me.

“What’s going on?” she whispers as she nears.

I simply smile, reach my hand out to her and tug her closer, impatient to close the distance.

Then, I lower to one knee.

A gasp escapes her, her trembling free hand coming to her chest as her eyes turn glassy.

“Dev?”

“You know I love you, little mouse. You know there’s been no other to steal my soul like you have. You know I’d burn this entire world to the ground to protect you and keep you safe and in my arms, always. And you know that I’m a powerful man, yet there’s no other that walks this earth that can bring me to my knees, other than you.”

Reaching into my shirt pocket, my fingers clasp the ring and I pull it out as I take in her wide blue gaze, glassing over with unshed tears.

There’s no box, just the twelve carat pink oval cut diamond sitting atop of a thin rose gold diamond encrusted band, and those big blue eyes widen even more as she takes it in .

“In less than a month, our little family will begin.” I continue, drawing her gaze from the rock I’m holding, back to my eyes. “You’ve made me happier than I ever thought possible, giving me an entirely new purpose that I can’t wait to share with you until we are old and grey with grandkids and great grandkids.”

I don’t say that perhaps I’ll be gone before I can see great grandkids given my age, because that shit doesn’t belong in this conversation.

Tears finally pool over and stream down Jaxcen’s cheeks, yet her smile is wide as she stares down at me, taking in my words.

“And now I ask you for one more thing, my sweet Jaxcen.”

Returning my gaze back to her slender fingers, I position the ring at the tip of her nail before peering back up into her ocean blues.

I have to clear my fucking throat. There’s a lump lodged there, sticky and persistent as my own emotions run rampant inside my chest.

And then, I say the words that have been on the tip of my tongue for months.

“Marry me.”