Page 126 of His to Bedevil

I giggle with teary eyes, and he sets me back on my feet to cup my face. He leans down so that we’re eye level with each other, and I see his eyes become a little watery too. “You’re giving me a child,” he says in awe. “You’re giving me everything,” he whispers, then crashes his lips down on mine.

Of course, our way of celebrating the good news is to tear each other’s clothes off and fuck right there in the bathroom. He bends me over the counter, and we both watch ourselves in the mirror as we succumb to the sweet gift of pleasure.

After he fills me up and I’m done quivering around him, he places a hand gently on my still-flat stomach and smiles at it in the mirror. “My life,” he whispers.

Alejandro

Epilogue 2

Five years and a couple months later…

It’s my fortieth birthday today, and I look around at the party that my wife insisted on throwing for me. The party is being thrown inside, in one of our large rooms that goes unused. The guest list is about the same as our wedding and every other celebration we have. Family and some of my men who have been with us for years, plus a couple other families we have grown close to.

Naturally, my eyes search for my beautiful wife, who I continue to love more and more every day. I smile as I watch her stroke our son’s back as he’s passed out on her, his bum perched on her growing belly. His twin brother is sitting on my mother’s lap, who is sitting next to Irma, and he looks like he’s close to passing out as well. Irma is gazing out at something and smiling in adoration. I follow her line of sight and find our four-year-old daughter dancing with Diego. Her Uncle Diego.

Fynnleigh looks just like me according to everyone, except for her auburn hair that she inherited from her mother. The twins, Mateo and Leo, named after my father and grandfather, who are almost two years old, also look just like me, other than the green eyes and fairer skin. Irma said this one better look like her or she’s done having babies. That it’s unfair that she carries them for nine months and goes through childbirth only to have kids that look nothing like her. Our daughter may look more like me, but she is Irma in every other way. She is far too young to be as stubborn as she is already, but I’m not worried about her taking care of herself. She’s already asking to learn martial arts like her mama. She tells her friends at the private preschool she attends that her mama is Wonder Woman and her papa is Superman. Neither of us correct her. It’s better that she think that than what we really are.

Deciding that it’s time for the boys to get to bed, I head over to my wife. I gesture to Mateo, who is sleeping on her. “We should get them to bed now.”

Irma smiles up at me, and she’s even more beautiful than when we first fell in love. She glows when she’s pregnant. The twins were the only difficult pregnancy. She was sick a lot and had to have them early via C-section. But the boys quickly gained weight and were off the preemie charts just months later. Fynnleigh was an easy pregnancy for Irma, and so far, this one is too. She claims it’s because it’s another girl. We’re waiting for the birth to find out, but she’s positive it’s a girl.

“I’m okay with him. Just grab Leo.” I help her get to her feet first before I take Leo from my mother. The little guy immediately snuggles into me and closes his eyes, going completely limp.

We head out of the loud room and upstairs to theirs. “What about Fynnleigh?” I ask as we enter their shared room.

“Let her stay up a little longer. She’s having fun.” Irma grins.

We lay the boys down in each of their cribs, and I expertly change their diapers without disturbing them. With Irma’s belly in the way and her being too short, it’s up to me. I give each of my boys one more stroke on their heads and then join my wife outside of their room, quietly closing the door behind me. I nod to the guard who is appointed to stand watch, and then I take my wife’s hand and lead her to our bedroom.

“Where are we going? There’s still a party going on,” she protests as I close us in our room.

I turn to face her and back her up against the closed door, pinning her there. “I just wanted a moment alone with my wife.” Leaning down, I kiss her neck. “Thank you for everything,mi amor. You’ve made my life complete,” I murmur against her skin, satisfied when I feel the goose bumps decorate her skin.

She wraps her arms around my neck and tilts her head back. “Happy birthday, baby,” she whispers.

My hands start to roam her body, and I begin pulling up the tight dress she’s wearing. Only my wife could look so sexy in a tight dress like this almost seven months pregnant and three babies later. “Alejo,” she whines, but she doesn’t stop me.

Once I have her dress up and over her hips, I grab the backs of her thighs and hoist her up. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll be quick,” I rasp against her skin, and pull my erection out of my dress slacks.

She chuckles as she hangs on to me. “You’re never quick.”

I chuckle and pull her panties to the side, finding her soaking wet for me. “I’ll try.”

She gasps when I thrust inside of her and throws her head back. I pound into her, and it’s not until her second orgasm that I sear my mouth to hers and kiss her as I fill her up with my warm seed.

Panting, I rest my head on her shoulder as I still hold her up against the door. “I love you,” I whisper, and pepper kisses across her collarbone. “Thank you for giving me life. For everything,mi amor.”