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My fingers dig into her generous hips, her curves trembling with each thrust. She tightens and clenches my cock, squeezing me. Her orgasm sends my senses into a frenzy, and I come hard. I let go and spill my seed with each harsh pounding just as she drinks the last of Luke’s climax.
I could do this forever and for ten more lifetimes. I could never get tired of us, of sharing her in this fashion, of taking her every which way until her body and her soul dissolve into ours. This is what we’ve been fighting for. This is what we’re ready to kill for, whether she knows it or not. We’ve proven ourselves, more than once, and we will do it again, over and over, until there isn’t a single shred of doubt left in Avery’s heart.
“You are loved,” I whisper as we come down from the heaven we’ve built tonight with sweat and arousal, with love and desire. Basking in the afterglow, the four of us lay in bed, panting and smiling as the summer moon shines bright through the window. “You will always be loved, Avery.”
Always.
Epilogue: Avery
I used to joke about how it was taking forever for the little guy to come into the world, but now that he’s here, I’m sort of itching to do it all over again. It’s crazy, I know. Well, not that crazy, considering how virile and generously endowed my men are. The odds of me getting pregnant again are pretty high, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, however, I plan to make the most out of the moments with my perfect little baby.
“Momma, he’s cute!” Miley exclaims from Fallon’s arms.
“Hi baby!” Annie says, pointing her little finger at her newborn baby brother. Luke is holding her, while Helen tries hard not to cry.
Kellan sits beside me, unable to take his eyes off the bundle of joy that was born less than two hours ago. “Holy hell, Avery, he’s perfect,” he says, brimming with love.
“He is, isn’t he?” I reply.
I’m exhausted. My whole body hurts. The labor itself was surprisingly short. The delivery was smooth, thank heaven for the effective epidural. I watch him, swaddled in white cotton, his face pink and his eyes closed, a tuft of black hair darkening his tiny head.
“Pretty sure we’re dealing with another Cassidy,” Helen giggles, the tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. “Congratulations, honey. May he bring you nothing but happy moments.”
“Well done, momma,” Fallon leans in to kiss my forehead.
“You’re a star,” Kellan tells me. “Our house is going to get much, much louder now.”
We laugh, and the baby coos and squirms in my arms.
“Have you picked a name yet?” Helen asks.
“Marty!” Miley says. “He’s gonna be Marty.”
“Someone was watching Back to the Future last night,” Fallon chuckles.
“We’re naming him Marcus,” I declare after a deep breath. “Marcus Hayden Cassidy.”
Luke seems surprised. Granted, I never told him my plans regarding the baby’s final name. Only Fallon and Kellan knew about it, and they wholeheartedly agreed.
“Whoa,” Luke manages, giving me a long, softening gaze.
“We figured we couldn’t use both family names for the baby, legally speaking,” I say. “But we could still use Hayden as a middle name. I want him to have both family names. He’s our baby, no matter whose genes he has.”
“Marcus Hayden Cassidy,” Luke says the name out loud.
“Marcus would be thrilled,” Fallon replies, a sad smile testing his lips.
“You never cease to amaze me, Avery,” Luke says.
I can’t help but smile, gradually dissolving into the mattress. For a hospital bed, this one is remarkably soft and comfortable. I could sleep here for days, uninterrupted. My eyes feel heavy. It’s taken all the energy out of me, delivering this gorgeous bitesize angel.
I know this is only the beginning of greater things to come.
Extended Epilogue: Avery
A year can go by in the blink of an eye when you’re busy. And boy, have I been busy.
Marcus is turning one soon. Annie is growing bigger and louder every day, while Miley is becoming quite the posh and pretty little lady—courtesy of Kellan’s incessant spoiling. Only the best clothes, shoes, and accessories for his little girls, he says. We couldn’t afford this kind of stuff before. I used to scrounge for scraps, struggling to feed my kids while running away from an abusive ex-husband. But the universe was kind enough to reward me for those trials and tribulations. It has also taught me an important lesson: what was will never be again; what will be is not yet promised; the only thing that matters is what is. We use what is in order to build what may be.
