Page 69 of The Virgin's Baby
The Virgin’s Baby Extended Epilogue
Ransom
Castries, St. Lucia – December 28th, three years later
The latter part of the day proved to be the best. The sun set in the west without a cloud in the blue sky while Aspen and I celebrated our third wedding anniversary in paradise.
The water from the infinity pool lapped the area just above her plump tits as she lay back, kicking her feet. The triplets had made her already big boobs even bigger. And I loved every ounce she’d gained.
I’d gotten out of the pool to retrieve the gift I’d gotten for her. “Time to open the present I got you, Aspen.”
Eagerly she came out of the pool, holding out her hand. “Oh, I can’t wait. I’ve been eyeing this since you put it out on the top of the dresser this morning.”
I had to let out a chuckle. “You know how I love to make you wait, baby.”
“That you do.” She wiggled her fingers, the diamonds on her engagement ring and wedding band sparkling brightly. “Come on now. Let me have it, please.”
I’d had enough fun, so I handed her the box. “Okay, no more waiting. Here ya go.”
She pulled away the red wrapping paper, and her eyes lit up as she saw the black rectangular box. “Ah!” she made a little scream. Lifting the lid off, she saw what hid inside. “Oh, Ransom!” She pulled the necklace out, holding it up. “I get the three amethysts, but what do the two diamonds in the middle represent?”
I had no idea she wouldn’t get that about the pendant I’d had designed especially for her. “The diamonds represent you and I, and the amethysts are our kids, of course.” I moved around behind her then took the necklace out of her hands to put it around her neck. “Our family in a nutshell.”
“This is so sweet of you, Ransom. I do love it,” she gushed.
After securing the necklace, I ran my hands down her arms then turned her around to look at me. Fingering the trinket, I couldn’t help but smile. “It looks beautiful on you, just the way I knew it would.”
Leaning in close, she pursed her lips, and I took them without hesitation. In the last three years, our love had soared in a way I never knew possible. To say I’d fallen head over heels for Aspen just wasn’t deep enough.
That woman felt just as much a part of me as my own body. The goosebumps that rose on her flesh told me her insides were melting with our kiss. But then she pulled her mouth away, looking at me with stars in her golden-brown eyes.
“I’ve got something for you too. But I’d like to go inside to give it to you.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” I let her take my hand to lead me to wherever she wanted.
The truth was that I didn’t care if she’d bought me a gift or not. I had everything I’d ever wanted. I didn’t see how she could top what she’d already given me: a beautiful life, full of love and happiness.
When you added in the extra great fortune that Grandad was still going strong, well, things couldn’t have been any better. Or so I thought.
Aspen only had a bikini on. As soon as we stepped into the overwater bungalow, she reached back with one hand to untie the top. It fell to the floor as she kept walking. Pulling the string to untie one side of the bottoms, she let them slip off too.
My cock was taking in everything, growing with the enticement. But I’d yet to shuck my trunks. I wanted Aspen to do to me whatever she wanted to. Maybe that would mean undressing me. I didn’t want to spoil a thing she had in mind.
Stopping at the side of the bed, Aspen reached underneath the pillow, pulling out a light blue envelope. “Here’s the present I’m giving you, Ransom.”
With no clue as to what she was doing, I opened the envelope to find a card inside. An anniversary card that had something inside of it. “A gift card to Mother’s to Be Boutique?” I asked.
I knew Aspen wasn’t pregnant. She’d been drinking wine and tropical mixed drinks since our arrival. So what could this be about?
“Yes.” She smiled at me then winked. “Read the inside of the card, babe.”
I did as she’d said to, looking at what she’d written inside and reading out loud, “You’ve given me three years of blissful marriage. In return, I would like to give you another baby.” I had to blink a few times as that crept into my brain. Then I looked at her. “Another baby? You want to have another one?”
She nodded as she bit her lower lip. “I do want another one. And this time I want to make it the old-fashioned way.”
“But what about the triplets?” I had to ask. “They’re a handful.”
Our kids were great. I loved each one of the little rugrats. But they were forces to be reckoned with. Not one of them was quiet or reserved. All three were rambunctious and loud as all get out.
