Epilogue 2 – Five years later
My chest feels like it’s going to burst as I stand and clap, tears streaming down my cheeks as my wife stands in front of the standing ovation on the stage.
“Thank you.” She starts, her eyes on me as she holds the crystal statue in her hands. “Really, I should not be up here alone, this was a group effort in all ways.”
Her voice cracks when I blow her a kiss instead of joining her on stage even as she waves her hand for me to come.
This is her moment. I’ll be right here, cheering her on like I always have.
She delivers a heartfelt and humorous speech. Her list of people to thank starts with her dad as it should.
Then me. And I’m honored to be in second place.
He gave her life. I’m just here to make it a happy one.
It wasn’t easy letting her go to class. I registered to audit most of them so I would be there with her but there were days when she went off alone and I nearly cried like a dad sending his five-year-old to kindergarten.
She aced every class then went on to get her master’s and PhD in record time all while being pregnant most of the time, nursing and dealing with my horny ass.
Her mom and Hoover didn’t make it. But, they reconciled after a couple years of solid therapy and she’s been helping with the kids so we can work and love each other at every turn.
We stayed at the compound but only the church retains the name of Saint Margarets. The rest of the property we named High Hopes and it houses our own private research lab, our home and a small private school because Kitty couldn’t bear sending her own babies to school.
She hired all the teachers, supervised while I ran the curriculum and basically did the headmaster duties.
It’s been a whirlwind of chaos but I’m the happiest man in the world because of her.
She’s as beautiful as ever. Voluptuous and proud of her body somewhat because I’m worshiping it as often as I can.
We find places to fuck that keep things lively and revisit our old church in the woods at least once a week for a renewal of our vows sort of deal.
She takes a bow on stage, thanking the organization for its generous donation and promising to continue her stem cell work so that fewer and fewer cancers can leave loved ones behind.
She’s made incredible strides on therapies for bone, breast, ovarian and a handful of other cancers and hundreds of lives every month are saved because of her work.
I’m speechless as she leaves the stage, practically running into my arms, as I grab her around the wait and plant a kiss on her sweet lips.
She winks when we break from our kiss, knowing I’m hard for her even here in front of five hundred other people. My balls ache every day for her and three kiddos will soon be four. But, we haven’t told anyone yet.
My brothers visit us often and we take the kids on trips all over the country to visit them, go to National Parks and do all the regular family stuff my father never did with me.
Grandma is still kicking. She’s in Arizona now. Found a guy online, twenty years younger than her that rocked her world. She’s got more money than God and set up all the kids with trust funds but they don’t get a penny of that money until I think they are ready.
My portfolio is staggering as well and I’ve been giving away millions to charities every year because, I’ve got everything I need right here.
My phone buzzes in my pocket as the room fills with the hum of voices, the end of the evening being announced.
I pull out the phone to see Isiah and Mikala our two oldest on the screen making funny faces and waving.
I tap the unmute button and their high-pitched voices draw Kitty’s attention.
“Hi guys.” She says on a little wave.
“Bring. Pizza.” Isiah begs with little prayer hands. “Nathalia made fish. I hate fish.”
“She makes great fish.” I retort but they both make faces that tell me they disagree.
Nathalia still lives on the property in one of the apartments we created in the dorm. WE converted most of it into our home, but making her leave wasn’t’ right. She’d been there for twenty years and now, she’s our stand in nanny and cook and general overlord.
“Pizza it is.” I answer as Kitty gives me a look. “What? I’m the good dad.”
I spoil them. I do. I don’t care. Every kid should be spoiled.
“Okay, we will see you in an hour.” Kitty waves as I blow a kiss and click off the call.
We wind through the congratulating crowd and into the waiting limo. A new stretch Lincoln driven by the same driver that’s been at the church for a decade.
I bought him the car so he could start his own service on the condition Kitty and I take priority and he was more than happy to drive something that didn’t need a quart of oil ever hundred fifty miles.
Inside the back of the car, I’ve got the privacy screen locked and my cock is out in an instant.
“Sit on my dick wife. Scholar. Winner of award. Saver of lives. Mother of my children.”
I stroke my hard on as I pull her my way, flipping up her dress and delivering a swat on her ass.
“What was that for?”
“Because I wanted to. Rule number—”
She cuts me off. “I know, you make the rules. Now, make me come husband.”
“Always baby.” She straddles me as I sink into her soft heat, wrapping one hand around her throat and the other frees her tits from her dress. The nipples dripping, our youngest still keeping the milk flowing which he unknowingly shares with me.
“Fuck me, Father Martin. Fuck the brat out of me.”
I do just that for the forty-minute ride home.
“You’re my world baby.” I remind her as we fix our clothes and she dabs some lipstick onto her lips.
“You’re my daddy, my lover, my husband, my protector…my everything.”
“Good girl. Daddy loves you.” I plant a kiss on her forehead as the car comes to a stop and the kids come screaming out the front door.
It’s a messy, crazy life. But, you gotta take it by the balls and show it who’s boss.
Which, is my wife.
My wife is the boss.
When I say so.
Which is most of the time.
