lips to give her clit a kiss. “Then maybe I’ll let you try on some of the stuff you got.” This time I give her a long lick that has her moaning my name. The sound goes straight to my dick, which is already leaking cum into my slacks, begging to be inside her.
“And I love you.”
“I love you too, dollface,” I tell her before I make her come over and over again for me. I could do this forever and never get enough of her. I’ll die trying. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy. She is my forever.
Epilogue
Amelia
Ten years later
I watch our oldest daughter play in the yard. She’s so good with all her brothers and sisters.
“She looks more and more like you every day.” Ethan comes up behind me, brushing my hair off my shoulder to place a kiss on it. After all these years, he still can’t keep his hands off of me.
One of our two sons runs, jumping into the pool. His twin follows suit. The two of them are never far apart. I know they aren't our biological children, but I swear they look a lot like Ethan. It’s in the facial expressions and their mannerisms.
Ethan is such a hands-on, loving dad that they’ve picked up on these things from him. I almost can’t believe that we have five children now.
If you had told me ten years ago that I’d have five kids and another one on the way, I would have said you’d lost your damn mind. I didn’t even know how to truly love myself back then, until Ethan came into my life and showed me what unconditional love is.
I had no idea that being a mom and wife was my true calling. It really goes to show you that you never know what life will bring you. It also helps that I have a very rich husband who can afford to hire help around the house. It makes having all of these babies a million times easier.
I’m not ashamed that we have a nanny, chef, driver and whoever else we need to help out. Whatever frees up more time for me to spend with my family, I’ll take.
We also don’t tend to hire just anyone. The people that come to work with us are considered part of the family, too. At this point I think it’s considered more of a village than a family. I love and respect all of them. Each one of them has had a positive impact on our lives.
I know better than anyone that it’s not blood that makes you family. It’s the people that come into your life and want to be there because they choose to.
They want what’s best for you and truly love you. Those are the people I’ve learned to surround myself with. It may have taken me awhile to learn that I was worthy of love, but now I never second-guess it.
“Can I steal my wife away for lunch?” Ethan turns me in his arms. The curtains fall closed. I came in from the pool to rinse off. I can't be out in the sun and pool as long as everyone else. I am four months along and I get tired out easily after a morning of running around the yard and swimming.
“That sounds wonderful.” I know Juliet will keep an eye on all of the kids. Not to mention my oldest, June, can be a little mini mom at times. I am so proud of her. She’s never complained or whined when we decided to adopt more children.
She is kind and loving. She’s taken to each child, showing them nothing but love. They treat each other as brothers and sisters because that's what they are. It may not be by blood but it is by their bond to one another.
That’s not to say that they don't fight. They do, like normal brothers and sisters do. After July we exclusively adopted children. Ethan knew how important it was to me and never even hesitated.
This last pregnancy was a little bit of a surprise to all of us. A good one. I think this might be our last all around. Six kids can be a lot to handle when you want to make sure everyone gets the attention and love they deserve.
Ethan takes my hand, leading me out of our bedroom and down the hallway. I smile at all the pictures that line the walls. Some are pictures of us as a family and some are framed art that the kids have made over the years.
“You still enjoying it out here?” Ethan asks as we enter his office. He closes the door behind him, locking it. I think he’s planning to eat me along with lunch.
“I love it here. The city is just too busy for me now,” I admit. I laugh when I think back to everyone having a ‘sit down’ with me last year. We’d all been living on the same street for so long—Mia and Max, Kim and Kent—that when the idea came up of moving out of the city, they wanted everyone to go.
They thought I was going to be the one to put up a protest. I wasn't. We needed more room and the hustle and bustle of the city can be a lot with so many kids. I don’t care how many hands you have. Even Ethan’s mom and brother moved out here with us.
“I enjoy long walks down the road now,” I tease him. We all built together. It was actually kind of fun. The kids got to pick out their room layouts and I got to build a dream home for my family. My man did all of this for me. For us. I still can’t believe I tried to give him the slip all those years ago.
He pulls out a chair from the small table that he must have brought in for us to dine at. I lean my head back, wanting a kiss first. His hand goes to my stomach as he gives me what I want before I sit down.
“How are things at Connecting Love?” Ethan had a meeting this morning. I was supposed to go, but our youngest was a touch clingy this morning and I couldn't bring myself to leave my little angel, so Ethan went without me. I knew he would handle it. As much as I’d jumped into the world of foster systems and adoptions, he’s been right by my side doing as much as either of us could.
There are so many great organizations out there but there is something special about Connecting Love that pulled me right in. It might have been the two little twin boys that are now our sons that got my attention that first day we went there. But it was more than that, too; it was how much the organization was doing for the children that had Ethan and me pitching in as much as we could.
We have not only pledged our money but our time too. It’s easy to throw money at things, but I am a firm believer in putting in the work to make a real difference. I, of all people, understand what the children go through every day. All of the emotions they experience and the small glimmer of hope that they hold on to, hoping they will one day be loved.
I never want a child to question that they are loved. While I won’t be able to help all of them, I know that what Ethan and I are doing through Connecting Love will make a difference in many children's lives.
“Everything is moving along on schedule. Everyone missed you this morning. All of the children were asking about you.” That brings a smile to my face. It will bring a bigger one once I get them placed with a family that can give them everything they need.
“You’re too far away from me.” He’s up in a flash, picking me up and putting me into his lap. He nuzzles his head into my neck, breathing me in. It never gets old how much he misses me even when he’s only gone a few hours.
“I love you, dollface.”
I pull back looking down at him. “I love you, too.” His hand rests over my stomach as I lean down to kiss him. He’s still my forever and so much more.