Extra Epilogue Addilyn
“Twinkle twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are.”
“Twinkle twinkle wittle sthar. How...wonder...you are.”
I froze as I walked into our bedroom and heard my husband’s off-key singing over the baby monitor. A laugh bubbled up as I watched the little screen. My big Hulk of a hubby looked adorable changing our two-year-old daughter’s diaper while they sang the nursery rhyme together.
A particularly out of tune note made me wince before I dissolved into a fit of giggles.
“Gen, Daddy!” Amber squealed as he picked her up and twirled her around. “Wheeeeee!”
“One more time, then nap,” he told her with a soft smile. Then he did another spin, laughing when Amber screamed with joy. He set her on the ground and patted her little butt. “Pick out a story, princess.”
My uterus skipped a beat, and I sighed at how cute they were. Smiling, I grabbed Amber’s blanket off of our bed, where she’d left it this morning after some snuggling. Holding her precious “bubby,” I hurried down the hallway to the nursery and walked in just as Knox was settling his massive frame in the rocking chair beside the crib.
“Mommy!” Amber came running, and I scooped her up into my arms, smacking a kiss on her chubby little cheek.
“Here’s your bubby, baby.”
“Thanks, Mommy!”
I set her on her feet, and she took off toward Knox, who lifted her onto his lap. He winked at me as he opened the book she’d picked out, and butterflies fluttered in my tummy.
My husband was sexy as hell all the time, but watching him dote on our daughter melted me every time.
After he finished the story, we gave her kisses and hugs, and he put her in her bed. Then he took my hand and led me out of the room before flipping off the light and whispering, “Night night, princess.”
“Nigh nigh, Daddy. Nigh, nigh, Mommy.”
“Love you, baby,” I said and blew her a kiss.
I shut the door quietly, and without saying another word, I took the lead and practically dragged Knox back to our bedroom.
“I want another one,” I breathed right before I attacked him.
“I’ve been trying to talk you into letting me knock you up for months,” he mumbled as he swiftly divested me of my shirt. “Why now?”
I undid his buckle and pants, then yanked them down as I answered. “It’s your terrible singing,” I teased. “My uterus can’t handle it.”
Knox chuckled and lifted me under the arms. He speedily removed the rest of our clothes before tossing me on the bed. “I’ll give your uterus something to handle, baby,” he grunted.
“If I weren’t so freaking hot for you right now, I’d give you endless grief over that lame line.” He shut me up with a deep kiss, eating at my mouth like he was starving.
His hand slid over my hip and into the apex of my thighs. I bit my lip to muffle a cry when he pushed two fingers into my pussy. “Always so ready for me,” he growled. “You want my cock, baby?”
“Yesss,” I moaned.
“You want me to stuff you full of my come and put a baby in this sexy belly?”
“Stop teasing me, Knox,” I whined, wiggling so his fingers would sink deeper.
“Do you?” he pressed, his mouth curving in a wicked smile.
“Yes. Do it.”
Knox wrapped his lips around one of my nipples and swirled his tongue around it, driving me wild. He pumped his digits a few more times before gliding them out. My pussy was fighting hard not to let them go, and I was so wet that the sound was audible when he pulled them out.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he switched to the other right peak. “I need to feel this pussy squeezing me.”
I moaned some sort of agreement and felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. My husband knew me well enough to place his hand over my mouth to stifle my cry of pleasure when he drove forward until he was balls deep.
He buried his head in the valley between my breasts and groaned. “So good.” Slowly at first, he pumped his hips in and out but quickly gained speed until he was slamming into me.
I bucked up to meet his every thrust, glad his hand was muffling my screams.
“Come, baby,” he demanded in a raspy voice. “I’m not going to last this time. The thought of planting my seed in you again is making it hard to hold back.”
He licked the tip of a nipple before blowing gently, making it harden even more. Then he bit down while he slipped a hand between us and pressed his thumb firmly on my clit.
His hand suddenly disappeared from my mouth, only to be replaced with his own. I shattered into a million tiny shards, and he swallowed my cries in a kiss that touched my soul.
His hot release spread through me, and it set off another, smaller orgasm. He kept pumping in and out and filling me with his come until it was spilling out onto my thighs. And still, he had more.
By the time he finally came to a stop, I had no doubt he’d gotten me pregnant. He gave me a tender kiss before collapsing on top of me. He kept most of his weight off of me with his elbows, but his pelvis stayed glued to mine, keeping as much of him inside me as possible.
“There’s no way you could put that much come inside me and not get me pregnant,” I joked.
“Maybe. But I’m gonna do it again as much as possible until we know for sure it worked.”
I giggled and shook my head. “How is that different from any other time in our life? Except now, you won’t be wearing a condom.”
Knox grunted and rolled to the side, taking me with him, so he continued to stay buried inside me. I snuggled into his warmth and sighed, completely content.
“Sing
