“Something you need to tell me, Peyton,” I question with a cocky grin.
“What?” she asks. It’s then I see just how fuck drunk she is. I know what she’s been trying to hide from me until this weekend. I saw the changes in her body, the way her nipples became dark, and how her pussy tastes. Yeah, I know exactly what she’s planning on telling me.
“I know what you’re trying to tell me this weekend,” I remind her.
“No way, there’s no way you know,” she grouses.
“Baby, been with you long enough to know the signs. Just tell me how far along you are,” I say with a smile.
“Ugh. Fine, I’m nine weeks pregnant,” I see tears leaking down her cheek.
“Fuck, Peyton. Don’t cry, I love that you’re pregnant. I don’t need a surprise for you to tell me, though.” I finally finish stripping out of my pants. I pulled them up after pulling Peyton off my cock earlier, but now I want to be buried so deep inside my woman.
“I know, but I thought we could just have a night, with the two of us.” I take her bra off and she moans. I love her pregnant, her body glows, and not to mention she seems to wear less clothing because she’s always hot.
I guide myself between her thighs, she opens them, and my cock finds its home, as I say, “We’ll still have our night. I love you, Peyton,”
“I love you.” Our bodies move as one as we celebrate another life we created.
Epilogue Two
Peyton
Nine Years Later
“Levi Heart, if you don’t help me clean up after the mess our children made, you’re sleeping on the couch!” I yell out. We just celebrated our family Thanksgiving at our house, our family already leaving. For the most part it was clean, until the kids started coming into the kitchen for seconds and dessert.
He’s the ringleader. If he thinks I know he didn’t get the kids started on mashed potato and turkey sandwiches, he’d be wrong. It’s his tradition every year.
At first, it would just be him doing it on his own. I’d sneak down and watch him make his concoction, now we have five little ones that follow in his footsteps.
“What, I didn’t do anything,” I turn around and see every last one of them with sandwiches in their mouths. How they can eat that many carbs in one day, I’ll never know. Our littlest one is shoveling her food in as fast as she can. She’s also on Levi’s hip.
“All of you are helping me clean up the mess. Nana and I just finished cleaning up the kitchen. And don’t think I didn’t see the pile of crumbs you left in your wake,” I’m not upset, not by any means. I love that he’s carrying his tradition down to our kids. Jack is now eight, Avery is seven, Austin just turned five, Walker is three, and Kennedy is getting closer to two years old.
Our brood is complete. It was a hard decision, but Levi put his foot down. I wanted at least one more. He saw the toll it was taking on my body with each pregnancy.
Now though, I see he was right. Like he always seems to be when it comes to my well-being.
“Come on kiddos, we do need to clean up our mess. It’s not fair for Mom to have to do triple duty today.” The kids all follow him and help pick up in their own way. While they clean up, I go and sit on the couch and put my feet up. The living room has toys from one end to the other, but that doesn’t bother me. It makes our house look and feel like a home.
I hear the laughter coming while Levi helps clean up the mess, it won’t be long until they are done. Once they are, though, I know we’ll all be plopped on the oversized couch and watching a Christmas movie to get the holiday season kicked off right.
Epilogue Two
Levi
The kids and I did like we should have in the first place. I’m glad Peyton put me in my place. Sometimes us menfolk forget our women do a lot more than just take care of the house and children.
“Is everything clean now?” I ask the kids. Kennedy is down on the ground playing with a couple of pots I set down for her. I didn’t want her to feel left out in any way. Yeah, I know she’s young and probably won’t remember this. But it’s tradition and you don’t mess with tradition in our family.
The chorus of yes and grunts come out from the kids, “Alright, let’s go see what movie Mom turned on.”
We all walk in, each of the kids taking their place, except Kennedy. She finds her toys and sits herself down in front of the building blocks.