AN: As promised, our epilogue. Thank you for always taking these journeys with me.


Epilogue

Recovery had been a long road for Eric, and for Tris too, because she had been by his side for the highs and lows of it all.

Their relationship was not something that either of them had expected, even though it had been obvious to both of them that they were falling hard and fast for each other the longer they continued their arrangement. One day while Eric was still in the hospital, he had admitted to her that he had been absolutely intrigued by her after their first night together, and that he'd never believed in any of that 'love at first sight' crap until he'd truly gotten to know her. He'd told her that every time he'd begged to kiss her, he'd wanted to also tell her he was falling for her, but he was worried that he'd scare her off. During that conversation, Tris admitted she'd fallen for Eric early into their physical relationship, but she'd had the same worry that as soon as she admitted there were feelings involved that he'd bolt. They'd both admitted that even though it had been difficult to navigate feelings in the situation they were in, that waiting to actually have the conversation had been best for them.

Except that Eric had almost broke before Charissa had knocked on his office door that day. Sure, they'd been roleplaying, and during their game Tris had asked him the typical Abnegation questions about marriage and commitment, but Eric's answers had been his true feelings for her. When he'd told her that day that she was the only person he thought he could ever fall in love and have a life with, he was telling her that as himself, and it had nothing to do with the game. He was already in love with her, and it was the closest he came to admitting it before the war. Charissa interrupting them had absolutely changed the flow of the conversation, and it had given Eric a chance to retract into his own self-doubt once again.

Eric's biggest issue was he never felt like he was good enough for her.

He'd lived a life of selfishness, keeping everyone who dared getting close to him at arms length, while blaming his job for it. In reality, Eric could have had a relationship, up until the war his days were pretty normal. He enjoyed hooking up with random people too much, the ability to have any man or woman cater to his sexual needs was more important than establishing an actual connection with someone. He had no time for feelings, or commitments, or the capability to put someone else's needs before his own.

He'd committed to Tris without even realizing it, and early on he realized his connection to her was intense. He was the one who couldn't stay away, he sought her out, and as things progressed with them he realized he was not going to just be able to walk away like he had with everyone else before.

He was in love, and in their four years together it had continued to grow deeper and their bond had become unbreakable.

Austyn had been right with his suspicions about Eric, and one of the first conversations Tris and Eric had once he was able to talk again was about his sexual orientation. Eric told Tris that even though he'd enjoyed having sex with men, it was only a release, and that his future was with her. Even though they'd initially agreed to continue having people join them in their bedroom, they never did again, because they'd found everything they'd wanted with each other. Austyn had also finally settled down, he was in a long-term relationship with a man named Javi, and the two of them were extremely happy together, and Eric and Tris both adored the man who had taken their friends heart.


Tris had agreed to marry Eric a few months after the explosion, when he had just a raspy voice back, and his injured brain couldn't put the words he desperately wanted to say in the right order, but it was several years before they actually had their wedding.

Four years from that day in her tattoo room, to be exact.

They'd celebrated that anniversary every year, their first being in the hospital when Eric had declared it the official beginning of their relationship and commitment to each other. Their second with him still in a wheelchair but finally home. That second year is when he took his first unassisted steps, making Uriah actually shed tears when he saw it. By year three, Eric was learning how to walk again, this time without any assistance, but the first time Tris had seen him without crutches or a cane is the day she saw him standing at the end of an aisle, with their best friends flanking either side, on their fourth anniversary. They'd both been overcome with emotion, and when she couldn't continue on her fathers arm, her soon to be husband walked down the aisle to embrace her and help her the rest of the way.

It was one of the most moving moments their faction had ever witnessed. Dauntless had mellowed out after the war, especially as they watched their soldiers come home extremely broken, if they ever made it home at all, and finally seeing one of their most heroic soldiers getting his happily ever after softened even the hardest hearts.

He wore a suit, not the dress uniform they'd once assumed he'd wear on their wedding day, and she wore a dusty rose colored gown. She had walked down the aisle on the arm of her father, and then both he and Eric, with her mother sitting proudly in the first row. Natalie Prior had beaten cancer, and she and Eric had forged a strong bond over the years, she was so happy to see this day finally come.

Eric had Peter and Uriah standing next to him, along with Austyn, Zeke and Four, while Tris had Christina and Tori next to her, along with Marlene, Lauren and Shauna. Life was too short for grudges, and Christina and Shauna's repaired friendship healed the bonds the women once had, and when she had eventually married Will, Christina was there for her wedding as well.

Eric and Tris exchanged vows they'd written, and there wasn't a dry eye in the building. When they finally walked down the aisle together as husband and wife, their steps were slow and deliberate, but Eric made it without issues. He also was able to dance with his mother-in-law and his wife, before taking a seat at the table reserved for their family and friends.

He needed to save his energy, because he had deliciously naughty plans for his new wife that evening.


Eric had been burned over eighty percent of his body, he'd had more broken bones than anyone would have imagined, he'd lost one of his kidneys, and would live with burn scars, surgery scars and permanent brain damage from his traumatic brain injury, but he was alive. He'd fought for the woman he loved, and the life they were planning together.

One night, they were laying skin to skin after making love, and Tris had accidentally touched a sensitive area on his side. She was horrified that she'd hurt him, but it opened a door for them to talk about what had happened after the explosion.

In all, Eric had been buried under that rubble for five days. When the explosion happened, he'd had absolutely no time to react, and when he saw the building coming down he knew it was over. He's not sure when he actually woke up, but he'd remembered just how much pain he was in. There were still smoldering fires, and even though most of his body was pinned beneath the rubble, somehow he was in a small pocket and hadn't been crushed to death.

The traumatic brain injury made reality blur, and he admitted he couldn't remember much of what actually happened down there. At one point, he knows one of his squad was alive close to him, and he had tried his hardest to talk to her but he couldn't talk anymore. Not only had he lost the ability to speak, any movement of his mouth was incredibly painful because of the severe burning of his neck and shoulders.

The tattoos he'd worked so hard to keep covered while deployed had been completely burned away.

He remembered the first time he saw himself in a mirror, several months after being rescued. His hair was gone, what little that hadn't been burned away was shaved for his multiple surgeries. His face was swollen, even grotesque, and his neck was constantly swathed in bandages to heal his burns.

He sometimes thought he should tell Tris to just leave. He may never walk again, or talk, or feed or dress himself, and he looked like a monster now. Every time he'd think it, it was as if she could read his mind, and she'd tell him how much she loved him.

That night, after they'd made love, he'd poured it all out to her. All of the times he begged for death while buried, the dark place his mind went when he realized he was was trapped in his own mind without any ability to speak, or move, and how he'd debated just disappearing so she wouldn't have to deal with him anymore.

How through it all, he thought he may lose her, but the more powerful thought of having her is what kept him going.

Any of the doubts he'd ever had about their relationship were long forgotten, because what they'd built while he was literally fighting to life was stronger than anything.

That night, he told her every part of his body that still hurt, and he once again let her help him. He constantly worried that it would all be too much, but she repeated a promise that she'd made to him when she was hanging on to his hand and trying to keep him awake while waiting for rescue - as long as he kept fighting for her, she'd keep fighting for him.

He was the luckiest man alive to have gotten that incredible woman's love.


They decided that they were ready to start a family once he'd been moved from the wheelchair and begun walking with his crutches. They may have had a difficult time getting where they were, but since the explosion that had changed for them, and they never denied how they felt again. They were deeply in love, committed to each other, and wanted to expand their family as quickly as possible. Eric had discovered a kink he never knew he had when he and Tris started having unprotected sex. Outside of the night before he left for war, he'd never gone without a condom, and he'd never purposefully tried to get anyone pregnant, so the experience was going to be a first for both of them. However, when she'd also stopped her birth control shot the thought of getting her pregnant was one of the most erotic things he could think of. He'd find himself having to starve off his release by thinking of anything other than what they were doing, but it never worked. He loved her, and the thought of finally having her round with his child was too much for him to hold back.

Several weeks after their wedding he had awoken before the sun was up, and before his eyes could adjust to the dark room he reached out for his wife, but she was not in the bed.

"Tris." He says sleepily, but he hears no response. He can see light filtering in from their attached bathroom, and he pads off towards it, "Babe?" He says with his ear to the door.

"I'm fine. Go back to bed." She says and he opens the door and finds her sitting on the floor, crying.

He crouches down, taking her hands in his, and eventually sitting down and pulling her into his lap where he wraps his arms around her. It's not the most comfortable position, but right now he can deal with a tiny bit of discomfort to be there for her.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He finally asks.

"I got my period again." She says in a watery voice.

They'd been trying to have a baby for almost two years now, and it was well past the time that her doctors had anticipated that it would take for the birth control to completely exit her system. They'd estimated anywhere from six to eight months post serum reversal, and yet here they were going on two years of trying without any success. They still had a very active sex life, and each month when she'd get her cycle they were disappointed, but Eric was always there for her.

"It's okay Tris, like we've always said it just means we get to keep trying. I love that process you know?" He presses his lips to the crown of her head.

"I just don't know why it's not happening." She says sadly.

"We can go through the fertility testing, we can try to pinpoint if there is anything going on now that we've given you more time off the serum. Maybe it's something from the explosion, anything is possible with what my body went through."

"Eric, I don't want you thinking like that." She says as she looks up from his shoulder.

"I also don't want you beating yourself up every time you get your period. I love you, and I can deal with hormones, but babe I don't want to find you crying every month just because your body is doing exactly what it's biologically made to do." He replies. She actually chuckles and he looks down at her, "What's so funny, Mrs. Coulter?"

"You sound so Erudite sometimes." She replies.

"Do you think it's hot?" He asks her and she laughs harder, "Because if you do I can totally keep talking." He wraps his arms around her and they sit there on their bathroom floor until she feels calm enough for bed.


Two weeks later, they'd gone to see a fertility specialist, who put them both through a barrage of tests and found the issue was a previously undiagnosed condition that Tris had, which caused her body not to ovulate properly. It's something that could have been discovered with proper care when she was going through puberty, but because of Abnegation's strict rules regarding anything that could be considered selfish, she didn't even have basic health care as a child, and that had spilled over to her adult years as well.

She was devastated.

They had options, hormone injections, medications to help stimulate her ovulation, and as much as they both wanted children, Eric also didn't want to pressure her to have to go through everything that may be necessary for them to have a child. However, Tris didn't care what she had to do, she wanted to have a child with Eric, and she told him that with certainty.

She took all of the pills, and Eric helped her with the injections, and they lived their life the same way they always have, with frequent adventurous sex – and eventually it happened for them. After fourteen months of injections, Tris missed her period for the first time since they'd been together, and they found out she was pregnant.

They were scheduled for their first ultrasound, and Eric and Tris were excited to finally get their first glance at their baby, especially since it was their friend Lynn who would be performing the procedure. They weren't prepared for what they saw.

"That's… am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" Tris asks and Eric glances back and forth between his wife and Lynn.

"What's wrong? What are you seeing?" Eric asks worriedly.

"What do you think you're seeing, Tris?" Lynn asks with a smile.

"There's more than one." Tris says quietly.

"Correct." Lynn grins at the couple.

"More than one? There are two?" Eric asks, and he squints at the screen, "How the fuck do you see two?"

"I don't." Tris says as she squeezes her husband's hand, "I see three."

"Holy fuck. There are three in there?" Eric says and he sways a little on his feet. Lynn starts laughing at him before speaking.

"Dude, it's the delivery that usually makes the man pass out, so you'd better take a deep breath big guy. Yes, there are three babies, here I will show you," Lynn says as she takes a tool to outline each sac, "Baby one," She speaks as she types, "Baby two, and here's Baby three."

They go over more instructions, and lots of tips for carrying a successful pregnancy of multiples. Tris and Eric leave the appointment in a state of shock.


If Eric thought he had a kink with trying to get his wife pregnant, he absolutely found a fetish in her changing body. He was completely fascinated, and borderline obsessed with every part of her that he could find a change in. Tris didn't mind at all when her husband would sometimes spend hours exploring every inch of her. Eric was thorough in everything he did, and this was no different, and all he could think about was pleasing his wife.

However, as their pregnancy progressed, Eric started to treat her as if she would break.

"Are you afraid of hurting me?" She had asked him around the half way point of their pregnancy.

They're lying in their bed, naked, while Eric continued his explorations. Her belly had expanded to accommodate their children, her breasts had started to fill out even more, her hips had widened and her already perfect peach shaped ass was getting fuller as well.

"I do hold back, I don't want to do anything that puts this in jeopardy, we worked so hard to get here." He admits quietly.

"I won't break." She says as she runs her hands through his messy hair.

"I know you won't, I might though." He replies in a quiet voice.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks him and he rests his head on her chest, right below her chin.

"I never thought I'd be here. I think about that a lot, because when I left your apartment that day I didn't know if I'd ever be able to tell you how much I love you. When the explosion happened, I really thought I was dead. Reality blurred, and there were days where I thought I'd made it to some sort of purgatory where I would be forced to pay for all of my sins." He replies and she continues to just stroke his hair, afraid that if she speaks or moves he'll stop, "Or, I thought maybe that I finally did find my future in you, and it would be ripped away from me because I didn't deserve it. Things have been so good for us, and we've gotten everything we wanted out of this life, but what if it's me babe? What if I still have sins to atone for?"

"Eric, how could you think that?" She asks quietly.

He exhales slowly, "I've hurt people. I've killed, I've fought just to show I was better, I've given orders to do nothing more than boost my own ego, I've used people for sexual release, I've led people on just to fuck them and then I made them feel like garbage when I dropped them immediately after. I'm not a good person."

"You are now."

"You can't just forget what I did, or who I was. We are going to be parents, and there's a good chance that someone will treat our children the same way I treated people in my past." He admits quietly.

"Eric, we will make them strong. We will teach them kindness, and let them know there's nothing wrong with having empathy for another person. You believed for the longest time the only way you would get anyone's respect was by being this unapproachable, cold and calculated person without emotion. Our children won't be raised by that version of you, and they won't be raised by the version of me who would hide from everyone, who would defer to someone else's needs, or who would let everyone walk all over me because it was selfish to have any type of self-preservation. We will be amazing parents because we've fought to become who we are today."

He finally moves up so he's looking deep into her hazel eyes, "I love you."

"I love you too, so much."

That night, he didn't treat her like she would break, and she loved it.


In the final month of her pregnancy, when she was too uncomfortable for sex, he took as much pleasure in massaging her swollen body as he would making love to her. He loved everything about his wife, and couldn't wait to meet their unborn children.

Tris had no complaints.

They'd wanted to be surprised when their babies arrived, so they'd never asked for the gender. The night their children were born, Eric cried as he watched the team clean each of them up and introduce them to their parents for the first time. They'd had two boys and one girl, Atlas Beau, Aiden Brett and Aubrey Bryn Coulter were healthy, and beautiful children who looked like a mixture of their parents.

"You did so good baby, they're all so perfect." Eric had said when they were in Tris's private hospital room along with her parents. She'd smiled at her husband and parents, each who were holding a tiny bundled baby.

"You certainly helped." Tris replied and her mother actually snickered.

"Beatrice." Andrew sighed and shook his head, but then he started laughing, causing everyone to join him.

"We all know how babies get here." Natalie said once they'd all calmed down, "And I believe what your lovely husband was trying to convey is that you did amazing delivering these three beautiful babies."

"They had to practically saw you in half." Eric says as he leans over and kisses her briefly while passing Atlas to her.

"Which is why my mom will be staying with us." She replies sleepily.

"Natalie, you have no idea how much we appreciate that." Eric says and his mother-in-law smiles warmly at him.


Natalie ended up staying almost four weeks, and in that time she proved invaluable at helping her daughter and son-in-law learn how to be parents.

Tris and Eric had their hands full with three newborns, and most of their circle of friends had kids of their own by now, so there would never be a shortage of help or friends for the babies.

After much encouragement from her husband, she'd left him with all three babies to have lunch with Christina after he promised her he could handle the trio of four-month old's. It didn't hurt that Peter was going to be there with him, with his own two children. Besides, Christina was pregnant with the couple's third baby, and they knew that time alone was sacred.

When Peter and Eric were shipped out for war all of those years ago, Christina and Tris's already strong bond grew even stronger as the two of them navigated a life without their significant others. Christina was too intoxicated the night at the club to truly grasp what she had seen happen between Eric and Tris, but when she'd come home from Peter's apartment the next morning in tears and found Eric and Tris saying goodbye at the door she'd put the pieces together. At first, the two women put all of their energies into finding the men they loved, and when Christina tracked Peter down at the main hospital in Erudite Tris had been left alone in her apartment.

After Eric had finally been rescued, and Tris was left in a waiting room once they'd rushed him directly into surgery, she found herself being wrapped in Christina's arms. Peter was still there recovering in his room, he'd survived his own series of surgeries, and while he was still in critical condition, he was now stable. It was in those first few weeks, when Peter was still going through multiple surgeries, and Eric was fighting for his life with the severe infections that wracked his body from all of the open wounds, that Christina and Tris finally opened up to each other about their unexpected relationships. Christina did go home with Peter that first night after talking in the bar, the same night that Tris had finally opened up to Eric about her previous attack at the chasm. Peter and Christina didn't immediately start a physical relationship, or even define their relationship as it progressed, but they were open with their involvement, unlike Tris and Eric, and that confused Christina.

Tris had finally made her best friend understand that the confusion she and Eric were feeling about what was happening between them caused Tris to hold their secret closer to her heart. Tris loved Eric well before he'd ever told her how he felt, and she now knew that Eric had felt exactly the same way. Eric had to stop himself from blurting out he felt for weeks before he'd left for war, but even months before that he realized he was already too far gone.

That day, as they caught up over lunch, Christina asked another unexpected question, "I know this is baby number three for Pete and me, but we were talking last night about what-ifs. We both agreed that if anything were to happen where both of us didn't make it back here, we'd want you and Eric to take care of our kids. Would you two consider it? I guess it would be on the lines of godparents."

"Chris…. I am honored that you would consider us." Tris replies and Christina smiles at her.

"You two are our best friends, I mean of course we have Zeke and Tori, Will and Shauna, Marlene and Uriah, Lynn and Molly, heck even Lauren and Four as strong couples in our group, but Peter and I trust you and Eric most of all." Christina replies, "And as close as we were to losing them both years ago, I can't imagine taking the chance that something happened and our kids were orphaned."

"Of course, we would, I don't even have to ask, I know Eric would absolutely say yes." She smiles at her best friend.

Christina and Peter's daughter Dakota was born exactly four weeks after that lunch, with Tris and Eric right by their side, and all were happy the little girl was healthy.


When Bud had retired, Eric and Tris had bought the tattoo shop from him outright, and had been running it successfully ever since. Neither of them had to work because of Eric's settlement and insurance money from the war, and the income from their tattoo shop, but they would cover shifts in their shop so their employees could take time off, and it was always a treat for a new initiate to actually get a tattoo from Eric. He became somewhat of a hero once he'd made it back to Dauntless after being released from the hospital, and when new wide-eyed initiates would come in for their first tattoo, and be face to face with the man they'd heard about from their faction history lessons in school, it always was an interesting sight.

Eric never let any of it get to his head. The once cocky and headstrong leader was now a quiet and calming presence in the faction. He had meaningful friendships, and he also made peace with some of the people he'd hurt in his past. Eric thought that his wife would be uncomfortable with him seeking people out to personally apologize, but she was his biggest supporter, and she trusted him. It didn't matter who he'd physically been with in the past, his heart had always been hers, and she believed him when he told her she would always have it.

After all, he had repeatedly told her that she was the only one he'd ever loved, or ever would love, and she knew he was telling the truth.

They had an amazing life. There were normal childhood sicknesses, arguments between siblings as the triplets grew, especially since the boys had to share a bedroom, but more often than not they had a house full of love. Tris and Eric had decided not to try for any more children, their three were more than enough, and their apartment was the perfect size for their equally perfect family. They sometimes toyed with the idea of moving somewhere a little larger, but they were the only people not in leadership who lived on their floor, and the thought of moving away from their friends who had become their family was too much, so they'd stayed.

Besides, they had some of their best memories in that apartment.

It was the first place they'd lived together as a committed couple. It was where she finally brought her fiancée home after he survived the unthinkable. It was the threshold Eric had successfully carried his bride across, a huge feat for him since at one point he thought he'd never walk again. It was where they started their lives together, and conceived their children. It was the oversized shower that had once been necessary to hold Eric's wheelchair, but was now their private oasis that they shared most of their intimate moments in.

They may have a house full of kids, but they still couldn't keep their hands off of each other. That would never change. However, they had to be a little more careful since their rambunctious children often interrupted their attempts for alone time.

With all three of their now seven-year old triplets tucked away in their beds after an exciting day out at a festival in Amity, Tris and Eric took advantage of their rare alone time to have their own version of fun.

"Leader Coulter, can you just sign these papers?" Tris asks meekly as they quietly move around their bedroom, long after all of their children went to sleep, "Once you do, I'll be on my way."

"I told you not to disturb me after hours, Beatrice. You're my assistant, not my wife." He growls.

"I know, Leader Coulter, but I've seen the way you look at me when we're at work." She replies and he grins, "You liked the dress I wore today, don't you?"

She spins around in her dress, and he recognizes it immediately. It's the one she was wearing the day she surprised him with a blow job in his office. Under his damn desk, with her ex seated across from him, unaware of any of it.

His dick twitches at the memory.

"I do quite like it, Beatrice. Can you come a little closer so I can take a better look?"

She walks over to him, flattening out her dress, and pulling her lower lip between her teeth. He reaches a hand out to her, yanking her by the hem of her dress so she's closer to him. He sits down on the bed and pulls her so she's standing in front of him. He runs his hands under the dress, and over her naked hips, until he brings them under her ass.

"Did you decide not to wear underwear for me today, Beatrice?" He asks.

She nods, "I did. You should keep exploring."

He continues moving his hands further up, skimming across her ribs and then to her back, where he finds no bra strap. He quirks an eyebrow at her and then moves his hands to her full breasts, cupping their weight in his hands, "This is all for me?"

"Oh yes, Leader Coulter, I've been waiting for this all day." She purrs.

"Don't move," He commands as he slips off his boxers and his erection springs free. She watches as he strokes himself and she rubs her thighs together, "Do you like what you see, Beatrice?" He asks.

"I do, Leader Coulter." She whispers.

"What if my wife were to come home, Beatrice? What happens if she finds us here like this?"

"She could watch." She replies.

"Take off your dress." He commands and Tris lifts the fabric slowly over her head, dropping it onto the floor next to her, "Do you like being watched, Beatrice?"

She nods her head, "I do."

He moves back on the bed, never taking his eyes off of her, and never beckoning for her to move. He keeps stroking himself, his eyes crawling over her, "Touch yourself."

She runs her hands across her breasts, pulling on each pierced nipple, watching his hand move faster over himself, "I want to touch you." She says.

"Do you want to fuck me, Beatrice?"

"I very much do."

"Then get over here." He says, laying completely back on the bed.

She crawls up to him, and kisses him fully as she rubs her soaked folds across his length. He keeps trying to adjust so he can enter her, and she keeps moving so he can't. She hears his breathing hitch and she pulls her mouth from his, "Is there something you like, sir?"

"Stop teasing me, Tris." He growls.

She moves away from him and feigns shock, "Leader Coulter, my name is Beatrice, I don't want to be called by your wife's name." She gasps as he grabs her hips, flips them over and thrusts inside of her.

"I'm taking over now, Beatrice, and you'll fucking like it." He says lowly while setting a punishing pace.

"Yes sir," She gasps.

He loves this, watching her full breasts bounce as he pounds into her. There's never been anyone he's been with physically that could match their connection. He used to marvel at how beautiful she was, and how someone like him was able to get her attention, but now that she's his wife he tries even harder to ensure she always knows how much he loves, wants and needs her.

It's more than the intense physical attraction he has for her, she is his everything. Maybe it was that attraction that made him really start to notice her when she was in training, and kept him always watching her, but he'd never dared make a move. Peter had been right back then, Tris was a relationship kind of woman, and Eric wasn't ready to settle down. When they had that eye-opening conversation the first night they'd been intimate, he truly thought they'd only have a one night stand. Tris was obviously okay with it, but he couldn't stay away. It wasn't just the sex with her, which has always been phenomenal, it was her. She could have walked away after that first night, or maybe they'd have hooked up once in awhile since they were so sexually compatible, but it was Eric who couldn't stay away.

He could finally admit now that he'd loved her from the start.

"You like what I'm doing to you, Beatrice?" He pants and she tries to nod, "Tell me you like it."

"I like it, sir."

He slows down and leans closer to her, taking her lips in a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue in her mouth as his hips move against hers. Her short nails scratch down his back and when she wraps her legs around him he lays against her.

"God you feel so good." She says as he continues to kiss her everywhere he can reach.

They hear noises in the kitchen, and he looks down at her, smiling when she shakes her head.

"Someone may just be getting water." He whispered, "I think we'll be okay, just got to keep it quiet."

"You better have locked the door." She smirks.

"Trust me I did." He nips at her neck and she giggles quietly.

"Don't you dare leave me hanging." She whimpers and he pounds harder against her, rubbing her swollen bud until he feels her contracting around him. She rides out her orgasm and when she opens her eyes she watches as he pulls out of her, stroking himself furiously until he comes all over her stomach.

"You've never stopped loving to do that." She says quietly with a smirk and he chuckles at her.

"I thought it would be easier to clean up." He says innocently and she scowls at him.

The sound of something dropping in the kitchen gets both of their attention and when she tries to move Eric stops her.

"I'll go figure out which kid is awake to make it up to you." He says as he scrambles into the attached bathroom and brings her a warm washcloth to clean up with.

"Whatever you do, do not offer our bed up tonight." She smirks at him as he throws sweatpants on.

"Oh, hell no, I'm nowhere near done with you yet. I need to get my fill before my wife comes home." He chuckles when she playfully smacks him and he kisses her quickly, "I love you baby," He says.

"I love you too, so very much. Hurry back, because I am totally getting started on round two without you." She says and he feigns shock.

"You stay right there, naked and ready for me, I'll be right back." He kisses her one more time before scrambling out the door.

She smiles, and lays back on the comfortable bed, thinking of how lucky she was to have won that man's heart. Austyn was right, it was worth everything to have someone look at them the way Eric always looked at her.