Page 30 of My Irish Roommate

“I don’t know. I’ve never been in labor before. We just have to wait and see.”

We arrive home and Rowan swiftly puts me to bed. He brings me my evening tea and sits beside me as I sip it.

“Your bag is by the door, and we’re ready to go at a moment’s notice. All you need to do is rest. Soon, we’ll be in our new house with our beautiful, healthy baby.”

“I love you so much, Daddy,” I tell him.

“I love you, princess. You’re my sweet, sexy, girl.”

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We welcomebaby Regan Riley into the world at noon the next day. She looks just like me according to Mom. Rowan dotes over her like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen. He’s going to be the perfect father. I can’t wait to take our little girl home to our new house. I have a feeling that this next phase of our lives is going to be the best one.

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

ROWAN

The light from the fire casts a warm glow on Ricki’s face as she sits and rocks the baby. After all this time, just looking at her makes me rock hard. She’s always had that effect on me.

She catches me looking her way and smiles.

“He’s asleep. I’m going to take him up to bed,” she whispers.

“No, I’ll take him. You just relax,” I rise from my seat and take baby Rory from her arms.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she blows me a kiss.

I place my youngest son in his crib and kiss him on the forehead. Once the baby monitor is set, I head back downstairs. It’s not often that all of the kids go down for their naps at the same time, and I want to spend as much alone time as possible with Ricki before the parents arrive for dinner. We’ve moved the Sunday tradition to our house. It’s just more convenient than packing up the whole family.

Ricki is still seated in her rocker when I return to the living room, and I take her by the hands and move her to the sofa. I sit beside her and put my arm around her. She sinks into my embrace and sighs, “I need to start cooking soon.”

“Not before you show your Daddy some affection,” I goad her.

“Of course not. You always come first,” she leans up and waits for me to press my lips against hers.

I lift her into my lap and rest my hands on her hips. She’s still the sexiest little thing in the world. My tongue makes tiny circles around hers as I squeeze her firm ass.

“Don’t get too excited, Daddy. The kids might get up at any second.”

“I think we have time,” I tell her.

“No, they’ve been down for over an hour…”

“I insist, little girl. Haven’t you learned by now not to argue with me?” I tell her and unzip my pants.

She gives me a sheepish grin and gets up on her knees so I can reach up her skirt and remove her panties. She mounts me, whimpering as she impales herself on my stiff cock, and rocks forward and back. The combination of her tight grip on my rod and the knowledge that we might get caught ensure that I’ll be finished in record time, so I reach beneath her and use my fingers to help her catch up. I don’t ever come without taking my little girl with me.

We hear Regan stir on her monitor and stare at each other. We need to finish fast so I grab her hips and bounce her on and off my cock. Within seconds, we’re both ready to spill over the edge. I pull her tightly against me and lose myself in our mutual sweet release.

She rushes to put her panties back on and waits by the stairs for Regan and Rylan to come out of their rooms. Their doors creek open and I hear them babble, “Momma, Momma.”

I watch my girl go from sexy vixen to perfect mommy in a split second. She can’t help but look back at me and smirk. I wink at her and say, “I’ll start getting their lunch together. Meet me in the kitchen.” With a smirk, I slap her bottom as I pass.

Ricki begins prepping dinner while I feed the kids their lunch then take them out to the backyard for playtime. I watch her through the kitchen window as she glides back and forth across the room, and I wonder how it’s possible that after three kids, she’s still perfect. My perfect little girl.

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Emma playswith the kids as Ricki and I set the table. She’s very good with them and they love their grandmother. My father is still a bit more stiff, but I think that once the kids are a little older, he’ll come around.

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