Page 38 of Fighting Our Forever

Epilogue One

Callie

“Mama, eat!” My son says tugging on my super awesome Star Wars leggings, Olivia found for me.

“You just ate Boogaloo. Dinner is going to be done in a little bit.”

Rush is relentless and tries again. “Cookie?”

I laugh and pull the little stinker into my lap where he rubs my growing belly, then kisses it. “Baby?”

“Yes Rush, momma has a baby in her belly.” Which only makes him smile. He’s super excited to have a baby brother, and we can’t wait either.

Turns out when I rushed us out of the hospital after Brenna assaulted me, the doctors hadn’t gotten my blood work back yet. They called me a few days later and told me I needed to make a follow up appointment with my gynecologist because I was ten weeks pregnant.

Color me surprised, the guys didn’t seem all that shocked though. After the news wore off, I realized it wasn’t that surprising considering we never used a condom. We were married a month later in a small ceremony with our family and friends in attendance. Kingston married us, and my father gave me away. The day was more than perfect with Rush by our side.

I decided it was best if I took a break from teaching for a little while, giving me time to spend with Rush and our new little one. I’m not sure if I’ll ever go back, but my men support my decision, whatever it may be. Although, I think they’re secretly holding out for me to tell them I’m done with work and I’ll stay home for good.

“Did I hear someone say cookie?” Paul asks, giving Rush a Vanilla Wafer. “Hey Precious, how you are feeling?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“What?” He asks, his smile fading from his face.

“I’m seven months pregnant, my ankles are swollen, my back hurts, and you just gave him a freaking c-o-o-k-i-e after I told him no!” I grouch at my husband.

“Did you want one too?” When I glare at him, he backs off laughing the entire way back to the kitchen.

“Chocolate chip,” I yell at him before he disappears laughing.

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Ryan

Paul is in the other room laying Rush down for bed, and Callie is just getting out of the shower. Walking into the bedroom, she sits down in front of me and hands me her brush. I love brushing her hair out for her. She used to think it was weird when I would just start doing it for her when we’d get out of the shower, but now she just hands me the brush and lets me have at it.

“You doing okay baby?” I ask when I’ve finished her hair.

“I’m so tired.”

“Lay back, and I’ll make you feel better.”

She snorts. “Your way of making me feel better is what got us in this predicament.”

Laying against the pillows, she watches as I slide down between her thighs. The moment I start kissing up to her sweet center, she moans, moving her pussy closer to me. Paul walks in and lays beside her, kissing her full pouty lips and massaging her ripe tits in his hand.

“Is this what you needed Precious?” She nods and moans louder when I lick a path from her ass to her clit, circling it, and shoving two fingers in her hot pussy going straight for that one spot that has her coming instantly.

“That’s it baby girl, come for us, come all over my hand so I can taste your sweet release.”

“I’m coming.” she groans, fucking my hand. Seven months pregnant and she’s the sexiest I’ve ever seen her.

When her orgasm fades, and I’ve licked all her nectar from her lips. I look up to find her asleep cuddled into Paul’s chest who’s looking amused.

“What is that the third time this week?” He asks.

I hold up four fingers and smile smugly. My baby was hurting and needed the edge taken off. I’ll proudly give her what she needs.

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