Page 14 of With September

Six months before graduation exactly, Trevor and I looked at one another. It was like we knew it was time. He had proposed a few months earlier and we had already planned the wedding for the day after I graduated, but something about me being pregnant, visibly so, when I walked toward him to pledge my life to him, was a huge turn on to him and me to be honest. So, he stopped wearing condoms and I was pregnant immediately.

“It was time, you know,” I answer shrugging my shoulders. Just then a knock on the door makes all twelve of us turn around.

“May I come in?” Armstrong’s voice sends hugs of warmth through me. He has been more of a father to me than the one who raised me ever was.

“Of course,” I answer, turning fully. He walks in smiling at each of us. One by one they kiss his cheek and then walk out of the room leaving us alone for a second.

“Wow. You look exquisite.” He sighs, holding my hands in his. I haven’t lost my shy nature so my face heats up and I duck my head, but then Trevor’s voice telling to never hide from my beauty rings in my head and pick it back up.

“Thank you, Pops.” The girls and I began calling him that shortly after the end of his presidency. We all reached as fast as possible for something normal in terms of a relationship with him and I was easy to come by. He and Hailey made it easy.

“No. Thank you for allowing me this honor.” I rush into his open arms and spend a second thanking my stars for finding him. “Are you ready? I was sent in here to tell you it was time.” My heart is now beating like a lunatic and like he can feel my anxiety, the little boy in my belly has decided to calm down.

“Okay. Let’s do this.”

On the arms of the man who helped give me life, I walk toward the one who showed me what life is and made the oneinside of me, with me. I never thought this is where I would be, but I am always grateful it is where I ended up.

Epilogue

Trevor

Ten Years Later

“Happy anniversary, my love,”I say, clinking my champagne glass with hers. It’s not lost on me that she sets the glass down on the table without taking a drink of it. The kids, Logan and Robin, are with my parents for the weekend. I rented a rustic cabin upstate for us. It’s a little off the grid because I want her all to myself, but we can still check in on the kids and be available for an emergency. I honestly can’t remember the last time we were kid free though. It’s been at least four years–before Robin was born at least. It’s beyond time.

“Happy anniversary. I can’t believe we’ve been married for ten years.” Time really does fly when you’re living your best life.

“It’s just the beginning baby.” It really is.

“Speaking of baby…”

“I knew it,” I reply, grinning from ear to ear.

“You didn’t know.”

“I knew. Your pussy tastes sweeter after I’ve knocked you up.”

“Does it?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at me quizzically. I’m pretty sure I’ve said it before, but maybe I’ve only thought it.

“Fuck yes.”

“You never said.”

“You never asked.” She pulls my head down and kisses me. The bathrobes that we are wearing are gone in a fucking instant. I kiss her again before she drags her tongue down my neck as I slide my fingers into her wet pussy, stretching her for me.

“Are you ready for me baby?”

“So fucking ready. Please,” she moans. Fuck, I need her. I bring her over to the bed and climb onto it after her. I don’t waste any time and slide my cock into her slowly.

“Damn baby. Just as tight as the first time,” I groan as the wetness of cunt coats my cock. I pull all the way out before slamming back inside her. Pulling out again and flipping her over gently as I set her on her knees. “Hang on to the headboard,” I say before slamming into her from behind.

“Fuck Trev. It’s so much deeper this way. You know I love it.” She adjusts herself upward until her back is up against my chest. I keep pounding into her with my hands gripping her hips. She moans loud and long. It’s hasn’t been too long since I last filled her and I am about to cum, so I reach my hand down and pinch her clit. She screams as she comes on my cock, and I fill her little pussy full.

“I love you, September.”

“I love you,” she says, both of us still coming.

Being with September has been the best thing I’ve ever done. I wasn’t looking for her, but that’s how the universe works. All the art shows, success, and fame we’ve achieved mean nothing without her. Nothing does.

The life we created would be nothing right now if she hadn’t taken the art history class I happened to be TAing. They say things happen for a reason and I am a believer of that. How could I not be? I have everything I ever wanted or needed. It all starts and ends with September. Always.