Epilogue

Three years later

Ivy

"Rafael, we're going to be late!" I giggle through the mass of clothes I just jumped under, trying to hide from my husband's prying hands.

Today's Tara's graduation. She's finally getting a diploma, and I couldn't be more proud of her. I'm also very grateful to the man who helped me realize my sister's dream. But sometimes, he can be a lot to handle, correction, most times.

"You're the one who started it; you made me horny, and now you're running away from the mess you started."

He's not lying about that. I may have woken up early, got under the covers, popped his dick into my mouth, sucked him until he was close to coming, and then stopped under the pretense of needing a shower.

In my defense, I just wanted to mess with him. Okay, maybe I didn't just want to mess with him. Maybe I want him to chase me around the room like he is right now because he can't get enough of me.

I'm eight months and two weeks pregnant; my baby will be here soon, but I still can't get enough of Rafael. I don't think I ever will.

"You wanted this; just admit it," he says when he finally catches me and carefully pins me down.

He's been careful with me since I got pregnant. Way too careful, if I'm honest, which is why I'm constantly provoking him into having sex with me.

"I'm not admitting to anything."

"Fine, I'll leave you alone then."

I grab him by the hair before he can escape.

"Ow, that hurts," he complains.

"So does my kitten," I say, trying to keep a straight face, but there's no helping the laugh that bursts out of me. He joins in soon enough.

"You are incorrigible," he whispers right before he kisses me, intentionally swallowing whatever retort I may be trying to come up with.

As he fumbles around the clothes and finally finds my wet pussy, my heart is filled with joy from the life I now have. Soon, he's inside of me, and he's bringing me pleasure in a way only he can.

When we're done, he carries me to the bathroom and gets me a shower, after which he helps me get dressed.

As we drive to my sister's graduation, I occasionally look at him. "I love you, Rafael," I say just as we exit the car.

He glances at me with a smile. "I love you more, Ivy."

We walk into the hall with our hands merged. Tamara's somewhere in the crowd, but we're unable to find her, so Rafael tells me to sit and we'll see her after the ceremony.

Soon, the event starts, and speeches are given before the students are called to receive their degrees. When it's Tara's turn, I immediately stand up and spot Tamara in the crowd. She waves over at me. I wave back at her.

Rafael stands up to join me, his hand behind my back in support as I vigorously cheer my sister on. If it were any other day, I would chastise him for treating me like an egg, but I'm too happy to be concerned about his extreme show of concern right now.

Tara receives her degree, and I start to sit down, only to pause when I see her running down the stage toward me. I run to meet her halfway, and we pull each other into a hug.

"Thank you so much, Ivy. None of this would be possible if not for you. Thank you, I love you, thank you!"

I laugh, tears running down my cheeks at her sincere show of gratitude.

Rafael appears behind us and opens his arms, indicating that Tara comes to him for a hug, too. She quickly throws herself at him. They've grown a unique bond since we moved into the mansion two years ago.

"Congratulations, Tara."

"Thank you, Rafael. I love both of you."

"We love you, too," Rafael says.

"No one's got love for me?" Tamara asks, joining us.

We all laugh as Tara goes to hug her, too. I look at the people who are my family and glance down at my big belly. Soon, our son will be here, and our family will be complete. Rafael takes my hand into his and kisses the back of my palm as if he can read my thoughts.

Soon, we realize we're drawing attention from the event, so we all start to walk back to our seats. Back in our seats, I burrow into my man's body, breathing deeply in his scent. Glancing up at him, I draw him close for a kiss, and he easily follows.

"Thank you, Rafael. Tara wouldn't be here without your support."

" Our support," he instantly corrects me like he usually does whenever I mention his wealth.

I smile and kiss his jaw. "You're too perfect for me."

"I know, Ivy." He winks at me and goes back to focusing on the ceremony.

He doesn't know how perfect he is, not like I do anyway. But I don't see any point in arguing with him. He's made me a happy woman, and there's nothing more I can ask for.

The End.