need to release into her. Hot pulses of cum pump into her as she tightens around my cock, and we climax together.
It’s messy and sexy as fuck as we both give in to it. I never thought I’d be so unafraid to take what I want and give the same to a woman. I never thought it was possible because I hadn’t met Dotty. One look at her and everything changed. Suddenly I’m doing everything I can to run with her down the aisle and make a family. I’m glad I waited, because she’s worth it.
She’s worth everything that led to this moment.
My grandfather might have not known when he built this house all the love that it would bring, but here with Dotty in my arms, I know that there is so much more ahead. More than even I can imagine.
I can’t wait to start the next chapter of our lives and spend it with her at my side.
Epilogue
Dotty
Many months later…
I pace back and forth, checking my watch for the millionth time. He’s late. Of all days, why does he have to be late today? My phone vibrates on the kitchen counter with a text from my sister, who is as impatient as I am. I text her back quickly that I have no news yet and to calm down. She’ll be the first to know when I do.
I’ve been married to Clay for six months and it’s been the best six months of my whole life. I often laugh when I think back to the first day I showed up here. Never in a million years would I have believed this is how my life was going to play out.
That Clay would end up saving my parents’ farm even though I don’t think he really wanted to. My mom and dad have both good and bad parts to them, but he’d done it, so my conscience was clear. I didn't want anything hanging over my sister’s head for some of the decisions we made, and since then we’ve both been free and clear of any guilt to live whatever lives we want for ourselves.
My eyes start to fill with tears thinking about how Clay made all this possible. I didn't know there were men out there like him, and I blink quickly, trying to get the tears to stop. That’s all I need is for Clay to show up with me crying. He’ll follow me around all day if he thinks something is wrong.
I grab the box of cookies I made off the counter and run over toward the window when I hear a vehicle coming down the long driveway. When I see the big brown truck, I let out a small scream of excitement and run towards the front door. I pull it open as Mitch comes up the stairs to the porch with a giant box in his hand.
“What’s that? That’s not what I need,” I practically scream, and he gives me a puzzled look. “Mitch, this is serious!”
“You’re going to have to be more specific, Mrs. Walker,” Mitch laughs, setting the box down.
“I should have a box, but not this big.”
He looks down at his clipboard. “You’re right, let me grab it out of the truck.” He heads back toward his truck, and I follow after him.
“We’ve got to move it. The husband will be back any minute and I don’t want him knowing about this,” I say as I beat Mitch to his own truck. He looks at me like I’m losing my mind, and I might be. I’m pretty sure I already know the answer to the question I’m looking for, but I want to be sure.
For six months I’ve been trying to get knocked up. Each time my period shows up, I get more and more disappointed. I know these things take time, and I get that. Hell, seven months ago I would have said I never wanted kids, but that was when I thought I had no control over my life. Then I met Clay and fell madly in love. All my fears washed away, and he let me see what I wanted more than anything—a family. One so different from the one Kat and I grew up in.
I follow Mitch into his truck as he hands me the box I’ve been waiting for, and I give him the tin can of cookies I made for him. One of the things I’ll also love about living in small towns is that