And just like that he collapses on top of me, the weight of this massive man pressing me into the mattress.
“Daddy, I…can’t…breathe,” I somewhat playfully tease, and he rolls off me, which is perfect, because now I can cuddle up right next to him.
“You’re so perfect, little one. And you’re so mine,” he says, his arms wrapped around me.
“Yes I am, Daddy. Forever.”
Epilogue
Henry
Nine months later
“Welcome home!”
“Congratulations!”
“It’s a boy!”
The cheers from the guys at the security company, my staff, and our friends echo throughout the entrance to our home as Hannah walks through the front door, me right behind her carrying little Hudson with me.
I’d been planning this out for weeks and the look on Hannah’s face, the surprise, makes it all worthwhile.
“Thank you,” she says, turning to give me a kiss.
“Don’t just thank me. Thank our family,” I say, motioning with my head toward everyone in attendance. No way I’m motioning with my hands. Hudson, my first born son, is in my arms and I'm as possessive and protective of him as a newborn baby’s dad can possibly be. Add in the fact our little guy was conceived the first time we had sex and we literally have the perfect conception.
Hannah moves over to the table where the cake is being served, and I can’t help but laugh. My Little Treat always did have a sweet tooth and after her little stint in the hospital she deserves something that tastes better than the cardboard they’ve been serving her.
A few of the guys from work gather round and tease me about being a dad. I’ll admit, before Hannah I never saw it coming myself. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned is it only takes one woman. The right woman. And then everything makes sense, everything fits into place, you become the person you
never even knew you were capable of becoming.
Because of her.
“I bet you’ve got the room with his crib locked down like Fort Knox,” Justin, one of my team members says.
“You better believe it, but he won’t even be in that room for awhile. He’ll be sleeping in my and Hannah’s room.”
The guys just nod, but I know what they’re thinking…and there’s no way they’re going to say it either. ‘How are Hannah and I gonna have sex with Hudson in our room.’
Plenty of ways. For one, I can’t wait to get my woman pregnant again. I want a big ol’ family. And two, I hired a construction team to build a little, shall we say, spare room in the basement. Secret trap door entrance in the wall and everything.
And that’s exactly where we’ll go when we want to take our daddy play to a whole other level. Let’s just say the paddles that you can find under Miss Rose Paddles, from Arizona, definitely…hit the spot if you know what I mean.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t take a wooden spoon or a hairbrush to my little girl’s bottom when she gets out of line. She has to obey Daddy’s rules after all.
But it’s not just one sided. It works both ways. Daddy has his rules too, or at least one that is more important than them all.
My Little Treat comes first, in all ways.
And even though it’s a rule, it’s not…it’s ingrained in me, naturally. I don’t even have to think about it because making her happy makes me happy. And now the best part is I get to make us happy.
I carefully take Hudson’s tiny little hand in mine and wave at his mommy who’s already going for a second piece of cake. Good girl. She needs her energy. She’s been away a few days and now that she’s back home Daddy needs to play as soon as the doctor’s cleared her.
She better pack on a few pounds because I’m going to really let loose. It’s the first time we haven’t slept in the same bed since we met and Daddy needs his little girl back by his side, in all ways.
Because she’s mine. Always.