Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
The sun was setting, casting an orange tinged glow over the horizon and somewhere in the background the sound of birds singing faded as they bedded down for the night.
Epilogue
NICK
I ran my hands over her fat tummy and felt the babies roll around in there like gymnasts. “What are they doing in there baby?” I grinned up at her and flexed my cock which was still snug inside her.
“They’re saying hello to their daddy.” I lifted my hand to her hair, which she’d let grow down to her back just like she did when we were kids.
“You look beautiful.” She did, even though she griped and moaned at how much my children stretched her. She’d barely shown the first four months and then month five came around and her tummy jut out so much I thought we’d miscounted somewhere.
I was at every doctor’s appointment, heard, every heartbeat and enjoyed all the newness that came with her amazing body at work.
I didn’t remember the fear though, I guess I was too young the first time around to appreciate all that her poor body was now going through.
She on the other hand, was a blossoming dynamo of energy and excitement. As if I didn’t have enough to worry about with her morning sickness and swollen ankles, the ultra sound showed girls.
If I thought I was afraid before, nothing prepared me for the thought of having two little girls to protect for the rest of their lives. Every horror story I could imagine played out in my head at night, robbing me of sleep.
Her due date was around the corner, I had it marked off on the calendar, and each day I checked one more day off with a little red pen, my blood pressure went up.
I didn’t let on though; I wouldn’t tarnish her joy for anything. And when I wasn’t freaking the fuck out about what I was supposed to do with two little girls, I was happy, excited, all the things I was supposed to be, so that helped hide the fact that I was bitching-out inside.
I lifted up far enough to kiss the place right above her navel. “Hello babies, daddy loves you very much. I can’t wait to meet you.” She ran her hand through my hair and her pussy squeezed around me.
There was something primal about her pregnant body, it had unleashed some kind of freak in me. I can stay hard for hours just looking at her body; like now. We hadn’t moved in a good ten minutes and my rod hadn’t lost an inch.
This was our nightly ritual ever since the babies started moving around in there. Something about knowing that there was a part of me growing inside her made me hard and kept me that way until she was too tired or too sore to take me.
Tonight she shone. She’d had a girl’s day out with the moms and got her hair done and her body scrubbed.
I could’ve told her it was a wasted effort; you can’t improve on perfection. But she needed these little pick me ups since she’d convinced her self that I no longer find her attractive.
That had caused one of our only fights since the doctor confirmed her pregnancy three days after our first wedding. I didn’t like her putting herself down, and I hated even more her fear that I might stray.
I’d thought we were beyond that but apparently hormones really do make women lose all rationality. It also made them batshit crazy.
I’d spent that night inside her after the big blow up and that’s where our little ritual was born. Every evening as long as I wasn’t stuck at the precinct, I was here with her like this after dinner.
I’d accepted the promotion to captain and got my own station house. Some of the guys had transferred out to follow me and in the last few months we’d done a lot to clean up what was left of the gangs.
I didn’t fool myself that it was over; it will never be over. But at least for now the good guys were winning. Rogers, the mayor and the commissioner were given hundreds of years literally. They’d ended up with the hanging judge who seemed to have a hard on for dirty cops.
In the end I couldn’t resist letting Rogers know that it was me who’d set him up. Then again what I’d actually said to him could be interpreted in many ways.
The last day, after they’d passed down his sentence, I’d simply leaned over and whispered ‘Gotcha you son of a bitch’. The look he’d given me was comical as the light dawned.
With that behind me, I didn’t even attend the mayor or commissioner’s trials. I had no doubt they’d get theirs too. Instead I’d put my all into my new marriage and making sure the woman I loved with all my heart knew just how much she meant to me.