“The happiest. Thank you for giving me the best life ever,” I breathe out.
“The best is yet to come,” his lips graze mine and I seek him out for more. He gives into my need until we’re both breathless and ready to leave.
I’m hoisted up on his shoulder as Mason shouts, “Thank you, we love you, but I’m taking my bride home. Don’t come over for at least a week.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re all welcome whenever you want. Well, maybe not tonight,” I say as he walks towards the door, my head is up as I hold onto his waist.
“We’ll give you forty-eight hours, that’s it,” Summer jokes.
“I’ll be there bright and early, he owes me,” Heath grunts.
Momma Tina slaps him on the shoulder and tells him to “Hush his mouth.”
That’s all I hear, Mason has exited the building and we’re on our way to his car. He abruptly stops and spins around, entirely too fast.
“Mason!” I admonish, and it’s then that I see his car. This has Heath written all over it, instead of wedding bells, there are wedding dicks everywhere on the car, along with the “Just Dicked” instead of “Just Hitched.” Payback is going to be so sweet.
“That little fucker, just wait till it’s his turn,” he groans before he sets me in the car, and we head home to play out our own version of a honeymoon.
Epilogue One
Mason
Six Months Later
“Just like that Quinn, fuck me just like that.” Quinn is on all fours, her back to me, and she’s moving back and forth fucking herself on my cock. I drag my thumb across her clit as she shudders, I know what will really get her off though.
I bring it to her back entrance, slowly pushing in every time she shuttles back on my cock. The pressure alone gets her off, but I know she likes feeling me inside her like this, in both places when we get a chance to.
When her body locks up, I know it’s time to go deeper and harder with her. I take over thrusting into her tight as fuck pussy, until she’s clenching down, and taking me along with her.
“Oh god,” her voice hoarse as she falls flat on her stomach. Try as I might to not laugh, I can’t help it. The one way to help Quinn relax and not stress as much is to wring her dry.
“You ready to sleep, Sunshine?”
“Mmm..hmm,” I take that as a yes and slowly slide out of her. Knowing she won’t get up, I make my way to the bathroom, clean myself up some, and then grab a washcloth to do the same to her.
We have a meeting tomorrow with the adoption agency, it’s taken us months to get to this point. Quinn who doesn’t usually stress too much has been a mess, cleaning the house from top to bottom constantly, making sure the spare room is ready in case it happens sooner.
But tomorrow is the day, they had a child that’s ready to meet its family. We haven’t been given any information except where to be and what time to be there.
I finish cleaning up Quinn, then shut down all the lights before I slide into bed beside her with a smile on my face.
Epilogue Two
Quinn
One Year Later
I look around at our family we have surrounding us, it’s the best feeling ever. Of course, what makes all of this so much better is the fact we got to bring our sweet baby girl home six months ago. A teenage mom, who wanted a better future for her child met with us, and she knew Alana was a great fit with us.
We were going to try at first, going to the best of the best doctors, but Mason and I were content that if it was meant to be, it would be.
It hasn’t happened yet, and as much as I get upset that my body doesn’t work like most women, Mason is there to reel me in off the ledge.
Even Heath, the jokester looks happy and content for the first time in a long time. I think all of us foisting our children onto him, truly helps too. Summer just recently had their second son, Parker Heath Carter is coming up on a year old. Sawyer is almost two, and our baby girl, Alana Harper is six months old.
Life has been an up and down train for me, ever since I could remember, but having the Carter family has been my rock, and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
“Hey Sunshine,” Mason comes towards me, holding our baby girl in his hands. This look right here, it supersedes him in a suit. He’s in full on daddy mode and it melts my heart. I can’t tell you how many candid photos I have of him and Alana on my camera roll.