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Myron
One month later
I really didn’t expect to be here right now.
Staring at the bathroom door waiting for my wife to walk out on our wedding night. I was more than willing to wait until college was finished, but my beautiful, sexy wife had other ideas. With the help of the town and her mother, we only had a month to wait.
The ring on my finger was a brand to my heart.
The love of my life.
The door opens, and there she stands in a white negligee, lacy, flowing, leaving nothing to the imagination yet keeping it all so very … elegant. Words are useless with how I feel just watching her.
“Hello, husband.”
“Hello, wife.” My cock is already hard as rock, and I want her.
I go to her, pull her close, kiss her neck, and relish her giggle. “I fucking love you, do you know that?
“I do.”
I’d spoken the same words not too long ago, and I couldn’t help but growl just a little. Just two simple words, four in total that bound us together for the rest of our lives.
Cupping her tits, sliding down to her ass, I can’t get enough, and just want to touch and hold her every single chance I get. Nothing is good enough anymore. I can’t take it and move her back to the bed. She still has to go back to college, and I’m currently working on securing us a house.
Our lives are moving forward, but we’re doing it together, not separately. All of the guys at the college will see the ring and know she belongs to me. I’ve staked my claim, and I will fight anyone who dares to take her from me.
“Make love to me, Myron.”
Not only do I make love to her, but it’s our wedding night. It’s young, and I claim every single part of her, including her ass.
She has Myron in all parts of her, and it’s exactly how I intend to keep her. I know I captured a gem, and she will remain mine.
Epilogue
Kate
Ten years later
“It’s time to come in,” I call, smiling as my son’s shoulders droop. Anyone would think I’ve taken his playtime away. I mean, I have, but he’s been out in the garden since lunch. It’s now six, and his father is due to arrive in ten minutes.
Sean is covered head to toe in mud and grass. He needs to get cleaned up. One thing Myron and I are clear about, dinnertime is family time. It’s the one time we make our children tell us about their day at school.
Casey, our oldest daughter, shrugs. She is eight years old going on thirty and believes she knows a hell of a lot more about everything than anyone else. All of my children believe they know best. All four of them.
The twins—a shock to me and Myron when the doctor told us there were two heartbeats—come rushing forward.
Bethany and Alexander are devils. There is no denying it. Both have loving hearts and care, but I do feel sorry for their nursery school teacher.
They rush past Sean and head right upstairs to the bathroom. We have two. Myron put in a girls’ bathroom and a boys’ one.
In fact, he was the one to do many of the upgrades and modifications to our house. It had a decent size garden, and it was fit for a family.
With the kids inside, I lock the back door and get to finishing the lasagna. All the family’s favorite.
Just as I’m putting the salad on the table, Myron returns home. He doesn’t wait around, and comes straight to my side, wrapping his arms around my already large belly. “How is mommy today?” he asks.
“Mommy is great.”
Since graduating college, I’ve spent most of my life pregnant. I can’t complain. Keeping a house is a full-time job, and I love it. Besides, when I do get a small time to myself, I get to work on my books, which I love as well.
My life, is perfect, complete, and I know having Myron is exactly what I want and need.
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