The Future:
"Congratulations, Tag. You're a high school graduate and the valedictorian. I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks, mom. I'm proud of me too."
When I look up, Damon is closing the distance between us, his mom, dad and Katherine walking alongside of him.
"Congratulations, Tag," Damon says, pulling him in for a guy hug.
"Thanks, Damon."
"Young man, give you grandma and me a hug," my dad says, extending his arms to him.
"Thanks grandpa," he starts to say when my mother gives him a big wet kiss on the cheek.
"Ew, grandma," he feigns indignation before breaking into a laugh after mom gives him a wink. Engaged in uproarious laughter, we don't notice Giuseppe till we hear his voice.
"I'm proud of you, Tag."
"Thank you, Peppe. That means a lot to me, really it does."
Not to be one upped, Peppe pulls him into a big hug too. Surprisingly, once all the drama faded away, the two of them have really bonded. Damon's dad took me aside one day, telling me that he really respects my son. He was really impressed with how he defended my honor the day Peppe himself was browbeating me when Damon was in the hospital. He went onto tell me that not too many men have had the nerve to stand up to him so he knew right then and there that I had raised him the right way. Often, the men in my life take out Damon's boat on fishing excursions. With his father's assistance, Damon was able to buy a second hand charter boat. After all the repairs were made, Damon started taking it out on weekends to get the feel of it. At first he continued to work for his father while taking the boat out only on weekends. But now that he's getting a decent return on his investment, he only works for his father part time while devoting most of his time to the boat. He's really in his element when he's on the sea and able to inhale the salty sea air and navigate the riveting waves. He does sightseeing as well as charter fishing.
"Come here, young man, give me a hug," Katherine says, wrapping her arms around his neck. With her bump in the way, he can't squeeze her too tightly.
"Did you feel that?" Tag asks, his mouth agape with wonder.
"You felt the kick?"
"That's amazing," he gushes, pressing his hand against her belly again when she nods that it's okay."
"Mom, you have to feel this."
"I have, Tag," I laugh but press my hand where his was nonetheless.
"Baby Mikaelson will be here pretty soon," I mention, smiling at Katherine. She and I have gotten to be very close. Damon and I were married at her home. She hired a party planner and had her backyard transformed into a magical place. We wanted a rustic theme so she really went all out. There were barn wood tables adorned with quart jars filled with flowers. The place settings were miniature horseshoes with the guest's name attached. Although I love fried chicken, we didn't want greasy foods since we all dressed up in our wedding finery so we had roast beef and mashed potatoes at Damon's insistence since he said it's his favorite comfort food. We had metal laundry tubs filled with ice to keep bottles of beer and wine cold.
We really didn't have many guests but Damon's aunt Eva and uncle Elijah, who work at the US embassy in Prague, surprised us with their appearance. My dress was simple and inexpensive yet it was elegant and I loved it. It was an ankle length ice blue dress with a lace bodice, sleeves that lay mid upper arm. It was so beautiful. I adored the flower crown that Caroline designed and crafted for my hair. Damon wore a simple black tuxedo. Katherine and Caroline were my bridesmaids. Brady was the best man while Stefan was a groomsman. Where was Tag, you ask? Well we bucked tradition. I had one arm linked with Tag and the other with my dad as they escorted me down the aisle.
Mom was sniffling mess. She confessed that she never thought this day would come and how incredibly proud both she and dad are of the woman that I've become. Even my reclusive brother showed up. And although he has a few years on Damon, they did hit it off, spending much of the prior afternoon getting to know one another. The whole day was magical. With Nick and Katherine's estate being so huge, we were even able to have a live band for our wedding dance. The whole affair was beyond perfection. We spent the night in a hotel and the next day we flew overseas for our honeymoon.
Landing in Rome, we spent several days there, touring the Coliseum, the Trevi fountain and of course we spent a day at Vatican City, much of the time, waiting in line to view the Sistine Chapel. Michaelangelo's frescos are beyond compare really.
The Sistine Chapel was commissioned by Pope Sixtus, from whom it derives its name in 1475. It was designed to be, and still is, the pope's chapel and the site of papal elections. The Sistine Chapel was consecrated and dedicated to the Assumption of the Virgin on August 15, 1483.
The Sistine ceiling was originally painted by Piero Matteo d'Amelia, who included a star-spangled sky. But in 1508 Pope Julius II della Rovere commissioned Michaelangelo to repaint the ceiling. Michelangelo was called away from his work on the pope's own tomb and was he not happy about the change. He had always insisted he was a sculptor and was contemptuous of fresco painting. The result are glorious depictions of human bodies that could only be created by a sculptor, and the project Michelangelo hated so much ironically became his most well-known work.
Michelangelo was asked to paint the Twelve Apostles and a few ornaments on the ceiling of the chapel. But as he began work on the project, Michelangelo conceived grander designs and ended up painting more than three hundred figures. He worked on the project between 1508 and 1512, in cramped conditions high on a scaffolding and under continous pressure from the pope to hurry up. The project would permanently damage the artist's eyesight.
Michelangelo was in his 60s when he was called back to the chapel, again against his wishes, to paint The Last Judgment on the altar wall. The work was commissioned by Pope Clement VII shortly before his death. Clement's successor, Pope Paul III Farnese, forced Michelangelo to complete it quickly. It was the largest fresco of the century and is still an unquestioned masterpiece. For important ceremonies, the lowest portions of the Sistine Chapel's side walls were covered with a series of tapestries depicting events from the Gospels and Acts. These were designed by Raphael and woven in Brussels.
From Rome, we flew to Florence to view the work of Sandro Botticelli. We viewed the Ponte Vecchio, The Palazzo Vecchio, The Basilica of Santa Croce, The Galleria dell'Accademia to view Michaelangelo's David. We also went to view the Boboli Gardens and the Basilica de San Lorenzo, Firenze and lastly we went to the Medici Chapel.
Once we left Florence, we went to Prague and spent a couple of nights with Damon's relatives who flew back to Prague the day after our wedding. They had been in the states for a couple of weeks but everyone managed to keep the secret from Damon. Eva is Peppe's sister and is Damon's favorite aunt and Elijah, his favorite uncle. The two of them showed us the sights and sounds of Prague. We went to the Charles Bridge, Old Town Square and St. Vitus Cathedral. Of course Eva insisted that we see the Wenceslas Square, Our Lady of Tyn Cathedral and on our last night there, we went to see a ballet at the Prague National Theatre.
Once we left Prague, we flew back to Florida to rejoin the real world.
"Dr. Gilbert?" I'm pulled out of my reverie when I feel someone jostle my arm.
"Hey Bonnie."
"Where were you?" she asks, giving me a smile.
"I was just thinking about how my life has changed since my marriage."
"I'm sorry to rain on your parade but someone in exam room six is in need of a few sutures."
"Alright, Bonnie."
Sighing, I take the chart from her and walk into the exam room, stopping short when I see the handsome man in front of me.
"Hello. I'm Dr. Gilbert-Salvatore. Can you tell me what happened?"
"I was fileting some fish and I was stupid enough to take my eyes off of what I was doing."
"That wasn't the brightest move," I add, slipping on a pair of rubber gloves so I can examine the laceration more closely. When I feel a little pinch on my behind, I jump, immediately turning around.
"That's entirely inappropriate."
Once I admonish him, I pick up his hand and look over the wound. Seeing that he'll need at least eight stitches, I grab the lidocaine and a syringe and needle so I can numb it up. While I'm drawing the lido into the syringe, I feel another pat on my backside. Turning around, I nearly swoon, the color of his eyes is literally hypnotic. Leaning in, I brush my nose against his, shivering at the electric impulses I feel spreading through my body from the point of touch. After I finish numbing up his hand, I turn around to walk out of the room for a few minutes till it's numb enough to suture. When I feel another pinch to my backside, I spin around and right into his chest where he pulls me into a blistering kiss.
"I've missed you, Mrs. Salvatore," he whispers, sucking my earlobe into his warm mouth.
"I've missed you too, Mr. Salvatore," I gasp, then press one more peck to his lips before stepping out of the exam room.
"I can't believe he's finished his first year in college already," I muse, watching my husband do push ups on the floor next to our bed. My man is still so beautiful, scars and all. His eyes are as blue as the ocean. It's so easy to fall head over heels into their depths. With the rippling muscles on his biceps and forearms as well as those of his back. Damon really is an Adonis in the flesh. Determined to stave off age for as long as he can, he keeps fit, exercising regularly. The two of us jog together three nights a week unless I'm at work. Once he finishes with his nightly routine, he stands up, leans over and drops a kiss to my forehead before disappearing into the bathroom to shower.
Not one to let opportunity pass, I climb out of bed, shimmy out of my pajamas and join him in the shower. With my front to his back, I reach around and caress his abs and pecs paying special attention to his nipples before moving my hands in a southwardly direction, wrapping my fingers around his now straining erection. With firm and steady strokes, I work him into a writhing, whimpering mess. Using my thumb, I run it along the slit while squeezing the head of his cock at the same time.
"Please, baby," he whimpers. His palms are pressed flat against the shower wall, his eyes are closed and his head thrown back. His hips piston and thrust into my hand and in moments later, he comes, streams of his release coating my hand and body. While the water washes him from me, I feel so empowered, watch as his release washes over him, knowing that I have the power to take him to such heights. With a shiver, he turns around and captures my lips in a heady kiss. So intense is it that I feel my own knees weakening. As soon as he lets go, he turns me around, raises my arms to press my palms against the shower stall just as his were a few moments ago. Using a hand, he trails it around my front, lowering it to the apex of my thighs. Feeling the heat explode and radiate from my lower belly when he rubs my clit with his thumb while at the same time he plunges a finger into my already molten core. Unable to suppress a scream, his name leaves my lips like the prayer. Between his thumb and fingers, in no time he has me a writhing mess, moans and whimpers spewing from my lips.
"I need you inside of me, Damon, NOW," I pant, my bosom heaving with desire as my hips buck up to meet his fingers.
"Turn around," he whispers. When I do, he wraps my arms around his neck and lifts me up, pushing into me at the same time. I moan aloud, reveling in the delicious stretch as he fills me inch by glorious inch. My head falls back in ecstasy, my own moans mirroring his at the feeling of being connected so intimately with him. Burying his face in my neck, he sets a determined pace. I'm holding on for dear life as my body shimmies and bounces under his exquisite brand of torture.
"This is going to be fast," he groans. With my body buzzing with electricity, I can only moan incoherently. He drives into me relentlessly, hitting that spot inside of me with each thrust. It's not long before he's panting for me to come for him. And because I can't hold back any longer, I splinter, shattering into a zillion pieces of bright light and vivid colors, shouting his name as I do.
"Fuck, Elena" he growls, thrusting harder and faster until he cries out my name in reverence, holding on tightly as his own body quivers and stiffens. Once his body wafts back to earth, he slowly lowers me to the shower floor, hanging on till he knows my legs will hold me up. Although I stay up, I'm still a bit wobbly from the magnitude of that stunning orgasm. Pleased with himself, he waggles his brows teasingly. Although I want to smack the bluster off of his face, I can't. Shaking my head, I give his cock a gentle but firm tug which wipes the smirk off of his face. I can't help but laugh which he silences immediately by pressing his mouth to mine in a heated kiss. When he lets go with a plop, he reaches over for a bottle of shampoo. After we finish washing up, Damon dries me off. Taking my hand, we crawl into bed naked, falling asleep in each others arms.
"It's so beautiful out here," I muse, staring at the wide open ocean, deep blue and wild, while laid out on a deck chair getting some sun.
"It really is mom. I love Damon's boat," Tag adds, casting out a line to catch some fish.
"What are you two talking about?"
"Nothing, Damon. I was just telling mom how much I love your boat."
"It's always been my dream. Dad said you're going to work for him again this summer?"
"I love your dad and he's done so much for me. How could I say no?"
"Is there something you'd rather do? I mean dad would understand if you wanted to try your hand at something different."
"No, not at all. I just don't know how I'll ever repay him for everything he's done for me. I mean, he's really taken me under his wing. I almost wish he was my real grandfather."
"He loves you too, Tag. I don't think he'd mind at all if you started calling him papa."
"Do you think that would bother grandpa Gilbert, mom?"
"No of course not. Mom and dad know that you're crazy about them too. They're coming next week to stay with us for a few days."
"I'm glad. I promised Katherine that I'd babysit for Joseph next Tuesday night. I guess it's their anniversary."
"It is. Stefan and Rebekah have an anniversary coming up too but I think they're going to take Angela to Disney World. She's two and half already."
"And she has her grandpa Peppe wrapped completely around her little finger," I laugh, standing up to give Damon a kiss. When something starts to tug on Tag's fishing line, he starts to reel it in. And while he's occupied, Damon gives me a wink then leans in and whispers in my ear that I look hot in a bikini.
Brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, I give him a kiss, pulling back suddenly when Tag yells that he needs help landing his big fish. With my hands gripping the rails edge, I watch excitedly as the two most important people in my life work together till they pull a big fish on board. We'll be eating fish for awhile.
"Happy Birthday dear Damon, happy birthday to you," I sing, setting a cupcake in front of him.
"Didn't we just do cake and ice cream at my mom and dad's place?" he asks, giving me a curious look.
"Yes, but I wanted to give you your present in private."
"Okay.." After blowing out the single candle, he takes it out of the paper and takes a bite then holds it to my mouth so I can have a bite too.
"It's good," he mumbles, his mouth full. Once he swallows it down, he slides his chair back and pulls me onto his lap. After licking the frosting off of his lips, I hand my present to him.
"What's this?"
"Just open it."
While he's busy tearing the paper off, I keep my eyes on his face, smiling when his mouth falls open.
"Really?" he asks, his eyes staring at the stick in his hands.
"Really," I confirm, his wide smile matching my own.
"When?"
"I don't know. We have a doctor appointment next week."
"I want to come along."
"You better," I chastise him playfully.
"I love you so much, Elena. Do you have any idea how much I've wanted this? I know we talked about kids but Tag is nineteen, I didn't know if you'd want to go down that rode again."
"I want to give you a child, Damon."
Looking completely awestruck, he picks me up and carries me to our bedroom where he proceeds to show me the same kind of swagger that got us here in the first place.
I'm squeezing Damon's hand with everything in me, pushing as hard as my body will allow.
"That's it Elena. The head is out," he says encouraging, dropping a kiss to my sweaty forehead.
"You can do this sweetheart. Just a couple more pushes and we'll get to meet one of them." I feel another contraction beginning to peak. "Push Elena. You can do this,"
"Baby A is a girl," Dr. Castiel announces then suctions the nose and mouth and laying her on my chest.
Raising my eyes, I smile a big ear to ear grin at Damon while he peppers her little head with kisses.
"I can't believe that we have a little girl."
I know I made the right choice about having another child when I look at my husband. Damon is simply beaming. He strokes the unruly hair on her little head, pouting animatedly when the nurse then steps over to take her to be cleaned, weighed and measured. .
Feeling another contraction start to peak, I grimace and breathe through it knowing that I have one more baby to deliver.
"I want you to push with the next contraction, Elena," the doctor says, his eyes focused on my center.
When I feel it hit, I bear down, curling my body into itself with what little strength I have left.
"Push, push, Elena. Just a little longer," Damon encourages, dropping in behind me to help support my body. Taking his hand again, I squeeze so hard it feels like I could fracture the bones in his hand.
Completely exhausted as the contraction wanes, I can't help but smile when I notice Damon shaking out his hand, no doubt trying to get some feeling back in it.
"The head is out Elena. Just one more push and you'll meet baby B."
As the next contractions begins to ascend, Damon offers me his hand, whispering encouraging words between the kisses I feel him press to the crown of my head.
"This is it sweetheart. Push, push, push..."
Seconds later a second cry echoes through the delivery room.
"Baby B is another girl." Doctor Cas says, grinning as he places my second daughter on my chest. Both Damon and I are completely overcome with happy tears.
"Thank you, Elena," he says, his voice choked with emotion. With one arm around me, he uses the other to gently stroke her downy hair. Both of them have dark hair just like their daddy's. Needing to deliver the placenta, another nurse takes this one and carries her over to the isolette.
Completely exhausted, I fall asleep almost immediately after they change my bedding and help me clean up.
"You can come in now, Elena just finished feeding them," I hear Damon say as he cracks the door to my room open. In one arm, I have Taryn Rosemary and in the other I have Tenley Miranda Salvatore.
"Mom," Tag exclaims, his mouth hanging wide open. Tenderly he reaches up and strokes first one of their cheeks and then the other.
"What do you think of your little sisters, Tag?"
"They're beautiful, mom. Can I hold one of them?"
"Of course." Tearing up with joy, I hand Tenley to him. As soon as he sits down, Damon lifts Taryn into his arms and places her carefully in Tag's other arm. Immediately all four grandparents are snapping pictures with their phones. Damon crawls beside me on the bed, pulling me into his arms.
"I'm so happy," I blubber, burying my face in his chest.
"It's okay, sweetheart," he says, petting my back. While I'm snuggled in his arms, I yawn widely and close my eyes. Despite having a room full of company, I can feel my eye lids getting heavy. Just as they close, I look up when I hear my room door open. Katherine and Nick hurry inside, little Joey in his dad's arms.
"Baby," he squeals, pointing at the girls.
"Me hold?"
"When they come home from the hospital, I'm sure Uncle Damon will let you hold them."
"Mama," he pouts. On the verge of tears, his little face screws.
"Don't cry Joey, once auntie Elena and I get them home, we'll let you hold them okay?"
Although he's still pouting, he reluctantly shakes his head up and down. Content for now, he lays his little head on Nick's shoulder and sticks his thumb in his mouth. By the time everyone is done gushing over the girls, visiting hours are over. Damon kisses me on the forehead, telling me he's going to walk them out to their cars so Tag and I can have a moment alone.
"I love you, mom. I'm really proud of you."
"I love you too. You'll always be my baby boy," I whisper, dropping my eyes when tears start to form again. With the babies sleeping in their portable cribs, he gets up, sits down on the edge of my bed and pulls me into his arms. Wrapping my own around him, we just hold each other silently. Although in no time, his tee shirt is wet from my tears.
"Don't cry, mom. I love my baby sisters so much. I didn't realize how much until I got to hold them. I know I was a little wary about being a big brother at my age but I'm so glad that you and Damon decided to try to have a child."
"Thank you," I blubber, letting go of him to reach for a Kleenex to wipe my eyes.
"I have a date with Allie so I'm going to go. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay. Drive safe."
"I will, mom. I love you," he repeats and drops another kiss to my forehead before standing up. He takes a moment to press a kiss to Taryn and then Tenley's heads before walking to the door. Stopping just before he steps out, he turns to face me and blows a kiss. Smiling widely, I cup my cheek.
"Caught it."
"Night mom."
After I say goodnight back, he steps out just as Damon comes back. They have a few words and after Damon gives him a one armed hug and few dollars out of his wallet, he leaves. Smiling, Damon steps back inside, drops a kiss to our daughter's heads then crawls in next to me on the bed. Fatigued himself, the two of us snuggle in each other's arms. Damon whispering I love you is the last thing I hear before the dark of the night consumes me.
A little further look into the future: Damon:
"That's right Trey, swing the bat," I cheer my little boy on as I help him swing the bat. I'm trying to teach him how to start playing baseball since I love it so much. He's not old enough for little league yet but when he is, I intend to coach his team. Elena and I were quite surprised when she handed me a stick with two lines on it on the occasion of her fortieth birthday. As with the twins, we decided to wait to find out till the birth. As much as I love my daughters, I was happy that we got a boy. Now our family is complete. I'm completely in awe of all my children. Trey comes on the boat with me often as do the girls. Whereas both of the girls favor me with their dark hair and blue eyes, Trey is all Elena. He has her chestnut hair and endless brown eyes. My son is quite the looker already.
The twins are nine years old and quite the little firecrackers. They keep us on our toes. Tag is nearing twenty eight. In the summer before starting college, Tag surprised both me and Elena when he asked to meet his father. Rather than try to talk him out of it, we accepted his decision. The three of us drove to Mystic Falls together. Even though Kol was stunned speechless, he could hardly deny their connection. Tag resembles him in a lot of ways but he also has a lot of his mom in him too. Despite the physical similarities, Kol's wife insisted on a DNA test which confirmed what we already knew. After everything, Kol still wanted nothing to do with being a father. He and his wife were killed in a drunk driving accident three years later. Tag and I talked many times about his feelings on the matter. And although it hurt to be rejected, he doesn't feel guilty because he did make the effort to get to know his dad in the years before his untimely death. Because Elena did such a stellar job raising him, he insisted on going to the funeral to pay his last respects. I really admire Tag's strength of character.
While still in college, Tag and Allie decided to part ways. And in a big surprise, she ended up marrying Tag's best friend Ben. Fortunately there were no hard feelings and to this day Ben and Allie are very close to Tag and his bride, Hayet. Elena and I became grandparents to a little boy, Pete, who is eighteen months older than Trey. Although Tag was a little shocked to find his mother pregnant again, he took it in stride.
As promised, my dad gave him a job. They're still very tight, Tag even calls him papa now. Dad will be retiring soon. Katherine knows the ins and outs of the business so well that she'll be taking over as CEO. She also had a second child, a daughter named Harper. She's a year older than Tawny and Tenley. Nick was over the moon to have a little girl. He dotes on her the way I dote on my daughters.
Brady married a couple of years after me. He quit working for my dad and joined me in my charter business. He has always been and still is my closest friend. Coincidentally, he married Elena's co-worker, Bonnie and the two of them have a son named Morgan who's now seven. My brother still works on the Cape but he and Rebekah never had anymore children. They're content with spoiling Angela rotten. Despite her parents indulging her, she's a pretty down to earth kid.
Fortunately Elena's mother lived to see Trey born but died suddenly not long after as a result of a ruptured brain aneurysm. One day, she just collapsed in front of Elena, Trey and her father. They had sold everything and moved to St. Augustine to be closer to their grandchildren. On that day, Elena just happened to stop by to ask them if they wanted to join her and Trey for lunch. Fortunately the girls were in preschool so they didn't have to watch their grandma collapse right in front of them. As they were leaving the house, she just dropped. Within three days, the doctors were telling us that she was brain dead. Elena after viewing her mother's head CT, agreed with the radiologist's findings that no blood was getting to her brain. Once Jeremy and his wife, Anna flew in from California, they made the decision to discontinue life support. Miranda died peacefully a couple of minutes later, surrounded by all of us that loved her.
Her death left Grayson pretty unsettled. Although he didn't sell their home, he left to go to California to live with Jeremy. He stayed with him for about two years, moving back to St. Augustine just after Trey's second birthday. He babysits for us often, saying it keeps his mind occupied. He's recently started dating again. Initially it was hard for Elena to see her dad with someone else but she wants him to be happy so after the two of them had a good long talk, she was okay with it.
When I look at my wife, I can't help but smile. I'm so proud of her. She still works in the emergency department at our local hospital but she dropped to part time after Trey came along. Although I've found a few gray hairs on my head, I've yet to see any on my now forty five year old wife. Even though school activities, dance and gymnastics classes, keep her busy with Taryn and Tenley, she still manages to find the time to take Trey to his martial arts classes when I can't. Those classes are our father and son thing. He seems to enjoy them. It's been hard for Tag to bond with his sisters and little brother since he has a family of his own now. But to his credit, he does try to make time for them, occasionally taking them to his house for an overnight, it's different. Despite having a family of his own, he and Elena are still very tight. He tries to meet her for lunch at least once a week whether he shows up at the hospital or she meets him somewhere, they have an unbreakable bond. For years it was just the two of them.
"Daddy, can we go home now? You said we could go on the boat today."
"Okay, Trey. Let's go. We have to stop at home first to pick up mommy and your sisters."
"I don't want them to come," he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Why not?" I can't help but laugh at his foreboding stance.
"They're mean sometimes."
"I know all about that. My big sister was kind of mean to me too sometimes. Sisters and brothers fight sometimes. That's just the way it works, Trey. Do you want daddy to talk to them?"
"If they keeps being means to me, you can," he adds, picking up the bat and ball. Once we have our things stowed in the trunk, we get in the car and drive home.
Rather than take the boat out, we decide to go for a walk along the beach. Having had three kids, Elena and I sold her smaller house and bought a larger beach front home. Although it's nowhere near as opulent as Katherine's home, it's very nice nonetheless. We, however, don't have a swimming pool. We didn't want to spend the money when we have the ocean close by. Of course during hurricane season, we tend to worry. We've had to board up the windows and take shelter at my parents house more than once already.
"Daddy, can I go out on my bogey board?"
"Sure, Taryn. Just stay close alright?"
"Me too, daddy," Tenley squeals, running towards me with her board in her arms.
"What about me?" Trey asks, sticking out that lower lip of his again.
"Go get your board, I'll take you out."
When I glance at my wife, she's rolling her eyes.
"What?"
"They all have daddy thoroughly whipped," she teases, breaking out in raucous laughter.
"They do indeed," I agree, dropping down onto the sand beside her. Leaning over, I whisper in her ear, "You still have it, wife."
"You like it?"
"Sweetheart, you can still rock a bikini," I utter, looking appreciatively at her still firm, sinuous body.
Glancing around seeing that kids are preoccupied for a moment in the sand, she leans close and pulls my lips into a heady kiss. With my lust awakened, I cradle her face and kiss her again, tilting her head to deepen it when she opens her mouth. Just as I thrust my tongue inside, we're suddenly drenched. Stunned, I'm ready to yell at the invader till I see our three kids laughing uproariously with holding their now empty buckets in hand.
Unable to be angry, I pull Elena into my arms, both of us laughing right along with our kids. Finally having had enough, they grab their boards to go into the water. Knowing I have to join them, I press a kiss to her temple.
"You just wait till tonight," I tell her, my voice low and husky.
"I'll hold you to that," she adds, eyeing my seductively.
Feeling my cock twitch, I stand up to rearrange my swim trunks. Despite all of the naysayers, Elena and I are still together and happier than we've ever been. With thoughts of what she has in store for me later, I give her a lascivious wink before turning my gaze out towards the water. All three of them are in about a foot of water, splashing each other happily.
"Wait for us," I yell at the kids when they start to walk a little farther out. Taking Elena's hand in mine, the two us run down to the surf like little kids and join our children to play in the water right along with them.
The End.
Before we turn the lights out on this story for the final time, I want to thank each and everyone of you for making this a success. I love you all and appreciate your support more than you can ever know. And thank you, Jarka for the story idea. I hope it's what you've been pleased with it.
And Eva, where would I be without you, my sister, my friend? I love you and your unending support and encouragement more than you know.
Much sadness at our house today. Our other beloved Great Dane, Patches, died while I was at work yesterday. He was my husband's very best friend so we're all devastated.
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