Epilogue
Parker
One Year Later...
“You like to be punished, don’t you, pet?” his voice bellows in the quiet before another smack on my backside sounds.
“Yes, daddy,” I whimper, my thighs sticky with proof of how much I like when he puts me over his knee to dole out my favorite form of punishment.
This punishment is because I wore panties to the air show he performed in at the base. I ought to know better—after he inside the cockpit, he wants to get inside me as quickly as possible. We agreed no panties when we first made all those rules. Sometimes I break the rules just to be punished and he knows it. I think it is why he keeps adding rules for me to break.
Another smack on my left cheek makes me jump. Fresh dew drips down my thighs, no doubt soaking the seat beneath me where he sits. We are in the back of a town car on our way out for date night. Every single Saturday night, since we met, we go out for date night. My husband says we rushed right into falling in love then getting married, but damnit if he was not going to date the woman he loves.
Every Saturday since our first weeks together, he takes me out for a romantic date. He insists we dress up and go out just the two of us. We go to dinner at our favorite restaurants or go watch a movie in the park. Once we even went on a hot air balloon ride. And he somehow got me into the cockpit of his Hornet once. We never left the ground that time though, but he still managed to show me how to soar.
After his big airshow today, which I watched with his partner Bennie and his wife, and my mother and the Commander, we had some drinks with them before we headed out for the night. While we were out at a pub, he let his hands wander and found I had a pair of lace panties on. With a warning look that lit me up with its possessiveness, he ripped them off while we were seated at the booth.
We stayed for drinks long enough for him to tease me beneath the table, stroking his thick fingers against my aching sex. Once we got into the waiting car, he bent me over his knee and warned I was going to be punished. I just smiled and held on because he is right—I love to be punished.
“You break my rules just so I punish you. It makes this slutty pussy drip. Get on your knees and open that good girl mouth. Daddy is going to fuck your pretty throat,” he grunts as he slides me off his lap to push me onto my knees.
Seated in the back of the moving town car, I nod. He tears my top down and my bare breasts fall out, his hands immediately going to cup and caress them. I open my mouth as I kneel between his legs, ready for him to plunge his thick cock inside. Only, he pushes the tip past my waiting lips then stops.
“Wait a minute,” he pauses, pulling back as his chest heaves with his heavy breaths, “your.... baby girl why do you feel different? Your beautiful tits,” he tilts his head, lifting the weight of them as his dark brow shoots up.
Well, shit. I was going to tell him tonight in a much cuter way that I am pregnant. It was going to be part of our date, the grand finale if we got that far. Sometimes we cut the dates short and wind up back home to work on the family we have yet to start.
We decided right away when we got together that we wanted at least two babies—one boy and one girl if we can manage—but I had started to worry I would never give him any. Birth control is one of the rules we agreed on—I take nothing, and we never use protection. When it was not happening, I started to think I had been right to tell him I was not meant to be a mother.
Last week, I noticed that it had been a while since Aunt Flow made a visit. We had come back from a vacation to Heart Harbor, where we spent over a month frolicking on the beautiful island. Before that, we had gone to Australia with Bennie and his wife for a couple's trip, which my husband set up since Bennie had decided to retire from the Navy.
When I got the call yesterday that I was indeed over three months pregnant, I was over the moon. I wanted to tell him right away but tonight is a special night. It was his last air show because he too will be retiring at the end of this month. It is also our anniversary—but not of our wedding. Today is the same day I first came back to Hope Springs a year ago—and crashed right into the love of my life.
“Perri,” my husband’s raw voice calls me back from my reverie, “baby.... I told you last night you felt different.Softer.Your pussy tastes even sweeter than usual. Are you,” he pauses and glances down at me with a look of awe on his handsome face, his hands dropping to my belly, “are you pregnant, baby girl?”
Tears fill my eyes as I nod, a smile breaking across my face. His entire beautiful face lights up and he lets out a sound that sounds half man and half beast. I am lifted off my knees and gathered up against his chest. He crushes his mouth to mine in a brutal kiss as his gentle hands rub at my belly.
“Yes, I am. Found out yesterday—I had cute plans to tell you tonight, Parker. You see everything before I can tell you,” I pout at him, but I am not mad as he kisses at my tears.
“It is my job to see everything about you, baby girl. Told you once—you are my entire world. Christ, I love you Perri. How soon before someone else is calling me daddy, wife?”
Laughing, I snuggle against his chest, my hand going to join his. “About six months, give or take. Must have happened while we were in Heart Harbor. We’re going to be parents. It is scary for me, Parker,” I admit, bowing my head sadly.
“Baby girl,” he hums, tipping my chin back up, “you will make a wonderful mother. Look how happy you have made me. How much the Commander and your mother adore you. Bennie’s kids love you too. You will be great with our babies, Perri. I cannot wait to see you being a mom.”
Brushing my fingers through his dark hair, I let out a dreamy sigh. I got so lucky when I crashed into him that day. I came home a bit bruised and beaten down by my own choices and I was intent on licking my wounds and growing up. Only he told me I did not have to grow up at all—and that he would gladly tend to my wounds from my many bad choices.
When we got married—we beat my mother and the Commander, we were married one week to the day after we met—I knew I was making the best choice of my life. I loved him from the moment I looked up into his dark eyes and saw acceptance in them. He accepted me just how I came—a bit of a mess with a lot of heart.
“I love you,” I whisper to him gently, burrowing closer, “you said I am your entire world, but you gave me the entire world. Just by letting me be who I am and loving me. I am scared to be a mother and get it wrong, but I know you won’t let me get it wrong. You will always take care of us.”
“Goddamn right. That is my job now—and after today, my only real one. You and our baby, our family, that is my priority now. Taking care of you, making sure you always have whatever you need. Me included,” he hums the words against my lips, kissing me softly even as he lifts me slowly.
Seconds later, with my skirt rucked up around my hips, he pushes inside me, and I whimper his name. Our date night winds up being us back at the airfield where we first met, holding hands and talking about our future. About the family we are building together and how lucky we are that I made all those bad choices and wound up back here Hope Springs, where we found one another.
“Sure you want to be grounded, flyboy?” I ask softly as we stop by his Hornet, which has flown its last flight with him in the cockpit.
“I never thought I would come down from the skies,” he says, rubbing a hand over the wing fondly, “it was the first thing I was good at. The very first thing I knew I could do forever. Now,” he pauses to turn to me, drawing me close, “now, I have you. I am good at being your husband. And I think I will be good at being a daddy. Yeah, yeah, I am sure. I want to do you forever,” he teases, kissing me deeply as he swings me up off my feet.
He has it right—he is a wonderful husband and I know he will be an amazing father.
Parker is a good daddy for me, after all.
The End
The End