Epilogue

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Jennie — Two years later.

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"Hey, honey," I called out as she made her way through the door.

She came straight over to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. She lifted Leo from my arms and hugged our son close. "And hello to you too, Tiger."

"Lili! Lili!" Leo wound his chubby little arms around his Lili's neck.

I stepped back to just watch them, a big-ass smile spreading out over my face. My life was so unbelievably perfect. Sometimes I had to pinch myself to make sure it wasn't all just a dream. "Here, let me take him and you can go get washed up for dinner," I suggested, plucking our son out of her arms and pointing toward the bathroom. "You're covered in oil."

"Just bringing home the bacon for my little family," She said with a grin.

I grinned as I watched her leave. I don't know why she felt she had to work at the garage while we were on vacation even though she was earning big bucks now. Still, I was glad we came out here. I had enjoyed bonding with some of the people I'd been to high school with again. Even Jisoo, despite the fact I had bailed on her wedding and married someone she disapproved of, she had come around eventually. When both of us became pregnant at about the same time, her competitive streak kicked in again, but quite frankly, she could be as competitive as she wanted to be. Yeah, sure her nursery was better than mine, but so what?

My parents nearly had a heart attack when they'd found out I was pregnant when we weren't even married. It had been a shock to us too, but we had made it down the aisle before Leo had turned up… just. That had been just over a year ago, when the two of us had headed out of town to get married in secret, knowing that we didn't want a huge to-do.

Cheap, simple, quick and just the two of us. I wore a white summer dress and she had on a shirt, tie, and jeans. I had a picture of the two of us next to the altar, beaming so hard our faces hurt.

Having a grandson was the excuse Mom needed to come down and visit me. Things were a bit awkward to start with, but there was nothing like a baby to bring people together. Mom was amazing with him, so good in fact, it took me by surprise. I think we'd become better friends. I kind of understand why she was so mother-hen protective when I was growing up. I want to wrap Leo in cotton wool and pop him somewhere safe so he never has to break a limb, or suffer any harm. I could only hope I didn't become like my mother.

Even Dad was learning the ropes after avoiding childcare the whole time I was growing up. And they had both come around on Lisa as well, even if it had taken some time. Dad said as long as Lisa was taking care of me, she was family to him. Well, I considered that as a great step on a long road.

Jackson had been the one who had come through the hardest for us since the baby came along, which surprised me. Lisa had told me enough about the shit he was involved in to make me initially very skeptical about having him around, but he seemed to be a man of great depth. He never spoke much and hardly smiled, but when Leo was put into his arms, he seemed to melt. I felt bad for him. It was clear that just like Lisa, he'd had a bad childhood and he suffered inside. I wished he had a good woman. He visited a few times and sat sharing a beer with Lisa out on the porch. There was still a whole lot going on between them that much was clear, but they were working through it as best they could, and I wasn't going to question it.

Lisa emerged from the shower as I was setting the table for dinner, and I let my gaze linger on my wife for a second. She had lost a little weight recently, because she had been overworking to finish a project before our vacation.

"What's for dinner?" she asked, taking a seat.

"You, preferably," I teased.

She grinned as she picked up Leo's little plastic spoon and started to feed him. "I told you before, baby. Don't start what you can't finish."

"Promises," I mocked.

She cocked an eyebrow. "You never learn do you?"

A thrill of excitement went through me as we went about the rest of the evening in a flurry. Lisa took over the childcare while I washed up. I listened to them playing together in the next room while I got everything done, and wondered how my life would have turned out if I had not caught Mark cheating on me that day. I would have married him. I shivered with revulsion. Dad always said, every dark cloud had a silver lining and he was right.

Lisa put Leo to bed just as I put away the last plate. I yawned and stretched just as she caught my hands and pulled me to her. I giggled as she tugged me against her chest.

"I'm hungry," she said playfully, brushing her nose against mine.

"You just had dinner," I replied, pretending I didn't know what she meant.

"Yeah, but I haven't had any desert."

"Do you know I've been wet all night?"

"God, Jennie," she groaned.

With a secret smile, I slipped my arms around her and kissed her softly. Ever since we dealt with what had happened with her father, she seemed so much lighter, more playful than before. She scooped me off my feet.

I giggled into her mouth as she carried me to the bedroom and laid me down on the big double bed where, not counting what we did in the car, we had our first proper sex session.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she breathed into my ear as she peeled off my pants, along with my underwear, and tossed them aside.

"Me too," I confessed, as she worked her way down my neck and began to strip me bare. I loved that she was still so vocal about wanting me, loved that she found even my post-baby body sexy. Loved that she loved me… That I loved her.

She slid down on top of me when we were both stripped bare, and kissed me deeply as we pushed against one another. Even now, she had the ability to make me feel like a teenager. As if the two of us were back in high school and just couldn't get enough of one another.

She ran her hands over my legs and I let my nails rake down her back, drawing a little moan out of her. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back so I could kiss her on the mouth. I was craving her, craving all of her.

"Let's make another baby," She murmured in my ear.

I remembered with a shock of excitement that we had agreed to give it another try now that Leo was old enough to hold her head up. It meant no condoms, which I was all there for, and it meant that we had to go at it all the time, every chance we got. And it meant, of course, that we would soon be expanding our little family, extending the love to a whole new person. "Yes, let's make another baby," I cried eagerly.

Her eyes shone with excitement as she tugged my hips back, pushed my legs up, and slid into me.

"Oh," I gasped.

She covered my mouth and planted a kiss on my forehead as she began to thrust inside me. "Shhhh," she said. "Leo's sleeping."

"Then stop making it feel so good," I teased as she began to move inside me, to really move.

She pressed her forehead to mine as she thrust deep into my pussy, filling me, going all the way in. I hooked my ankles around her neck and drew her deep inside me. The connection that ran between us was so intense it almost pushed me over the edge right there and then. There was something so deeply profound about sharing this with her, about knowing that the two of us were making another child together. Sexy in the strangest way, an intimacy I had never shared with anyone else and never would with anyone but Lisa.

"I love you," she breathed into my ear, as though reading my thoughts.

"I love you too," I whispered. After that, I lost myself to the lovemaking, holding her as close as I could, rocking back against her, over and over again, until I felt the pleasure rising inside me, cresting like the top of an erotic wave. Her body was warm and gentle against my own as she guided me sweetly to an edge where I plunged over.

I moaned as I came, my pussy clenching around her cock as the pleasure spread out through my body like the warmth of a fire. She plunged into me a couple more times before she reached her own release, and I felt her come inside me. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I had a good feeling about this time. I had a feeling it could be that we'd made our second baby together.

Slowly, she slid out of me and lay back on the bed.

I put my legs in the air.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Keeping your cum in," I replied with a grin.

She raised her head from the pillow. "Oh, don't worry about that, baby. I'm going to be filling you with a whole lot more cum in a few more minutes."

"I can't believe we're doing this again," I murmured, with a little laugh.

She stroked my hair back from my face and slid an arm around me. "I can," she murmured, kissing my collarbone. "There's nothing I want more than having a football team sized family."

I laughed. "Excuse me, you don't have to push that football team out of your dick."

She winced.

I laughed. "God, how I love you, Lisa Manoban," I repeated for the millionth time.

She smiled widely, as if she'd won the lottery by hearing those words come out of my mouth. She lay her head back on the pillow and just looked at me, like I was something impossibly precious, impossibly rare that she didn't want to take her eyes off of for even a moment.

"I love you too, Jennie Manoban."

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THE END