I lift my hips as he yanks his pajama pants down and pulls out his big meaty cock. “Does it look like I’m tired of you?”
“No,” I say as I take it from him. “It does not.”
I hike up my shirt and guide his big dick to my already gushing pussy. We both let out deep moans as I put it in and sink all the way down.
He’s already fitting inside of me better. He’s still as big as ever but there’s no more pain. Just the unbelievable feeling of being so full with the man I love.
“You’re the one for me, Bailey,” he says as I start riding him. “I love you more than life itself. I’m never letting you go.”
I pull off my shirt and toss it across the room as I move my hips up and down in a steady rhythm.
“That’s good to hear,” I say with a grin. “Because I wouldn’t leave anyway.”
Epilogue
Roman
Seven months later…
We wake up on Christmas morning and I reach over and run my hand over Bailey’s pregnant belly. She’s only seven months pregnant but she’s already looking ready to pop. He’s going to be a big boy.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispers as she turns around, looking half asleep.
I kiss her softly on the mouth and stare into her half-closed eyes, feeling so thankful that she’s here. “Merry Christmas, my love,” I whisper back to her.
Her hand slides on top of mine as I hold her stomach.
“I still can’t believe we’re going to have a baby boy with us next Christmas,” she says.
I’m studying the side of her face as she lays on her back. She’s so gorgeous. She’s always been beautiful but seeing her carrying my child brings it to another level. Her angelic radiance is glowing. I feel it clenching my core whenever I look at her.
“And another one the following Christmas, and another one after that.”
She raises her eyebrow as she turns to me, looking awake now. “How many children do you think you’re going to get?” she asks playfully.
“Enough to fill under that tree with a ton of presents,” I tell her.
I gasp when I feel a soft kick against my palm. It’s the first time I’ve felt one even though I’ve been trying to feel one for the past two weeks.
“He must have heard you talking about presents,” Bailey says with a smile. “He wants to come out and open some.”
“He’ll have the best present ever when he comes out,” I tell her. “A wonderful loving mother.”
She smiles warmly as she looks at me. “And an amazing man for a father too.”
I cup her cheek and kiss her softly on the lips. When it starts moving toward other things, she pushes away from me and sits up with a grunt.
“Not yet,” she says as she rubs her eyes. “I need to go pee first. And maybe open some presents.”
“Who says you got any?” I tease.
She looks at me over her shoulder. “Santa brought me some. I’ve been very good this year.”
I sit up and wrap my arms around her. She moans as she drops her cheek onto my forearm.
“I know for a fact you’ve been very naughty,” I whisper in her ear. My hand drops down to her stomach. “Getting knocked up. Tsk tsk.”
She laughs as she swats me away and then stands up. “Me and Santa are like this,” she says as she crosses her fingers. “He’s going to understand. He’s my homie.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah,” she says as she pushes my shoulder. I let myself fall back onto the bed but I keep my eyes locked on her. “If anything, you’re the one on the naughty list for making me do all those naughty things.”
“Wait until you see what naughty things I have planned for you throughout the day,” I tell her in a deep raspy voice. “You’ll be on the naughty list permanently before nightfall.”
She grins as she walks to the door. “Looking forward to it. After I go pee.”
I smile as she disappears into the bathroom.
I’m staring at the ceiling wondering what I did to deserve a gift as amazing as her.
It’s a true Christmas miracle.
No. It’s better.
Because this miracle lasts three hundred and sixty-five days a year and it’s not going anywhere.
We’re going to be together forever.
Epilogue
Bailey
Twelve Years Later…
“Not that one!” Hazel shouts as Roman settles on a Netflix movie. “It’s too scary!”
Our oldest, Logan, throws a few popcorn kernels at her. “You’re such a baby! It’s not scary at all.”
“Logan,” I warn. “Don’t call your sister names.”
“Yeah, don’t call me names,” Hazel says as she picks the popcorn out of her hair and eats it.
It’s Sunday night, which means it’s family movie night. We have four kids between the ages of twelve and five, so it’s always difficult to find one that we all agree on.