FINAL CHAPTER/EPILOGUE

FIVE YEARS LATER

Right in front of a lengthy portrait of a wedded couple that had their best smiles on their faces, there stood an almost old man— gazing at the beautiful married couple with tears running down his face.

The tears were a mix of boundless joy and grievance. And this especially happens whenever he watches the big picture like he was doing at the moment.

“Oh, there you are,” a soft smiling feminine voice drifted to the man and followed by footsteps fast approaching.

He already knew who the person was even without turning around.

“Beautiful couple, huh?” the woman sidled up to him, her eyes overly bright when staring at the picture too.

“I still can't forgive myself, Jessica,” he suddenly let out, breaking the brief silence that took place and turning his head to peek at the stunning woman beside him.

“Whenever I look at Daniella’s wedding picture, Jessica, I feel like I don't deserve to be forgiven for my outrageous crime in the first place and I should have died along with my late wife and child in the ghastly accident,” the man broke into tears as he completely turned to face Jessica.

Jessica, on the other hand, had become tense from his words—her eyes widened. A gasp escaped her throat while she grabbed his arms, “What are you saying now, Antonio? Why must you bring up the past on a joyous day like today?”

“Your daughter and I have forgiven you a long time ago. So it's time you learn how to forgive yourself too,” Jessica advised, watching him sobbed like a kid with an empathy expression.

“I couldn't attend my daughter’s wedding, Jessica. I can't get past the fact that I was absent on my daughter’s big day, Jessica. I'm a terrible father, ” Antonio made the actual pain known, wailing bitterly.

Yes. He couldn't attend Daniella’s wedding six years ago because Daniella had no intentions of forgiving him then. And she would clearly have had him beheaded if Antonio had not heeded her warnings.

Sighing wearily, Jessica slowly drew him into her embrace and circled her hands around his shoulders, saying gentle words to him in a low affectionate voice.

It was true that Jessica also had no intentions of forgiving Antonio from the beginning, but to some people, first love just never dies.

Antonio Flores has always been the only man occupying her heart even after being ditched by him and several years she’d spent with a cute and handsome man like Liam Brandon.

Although, she would never deny that Liam was not a good-looking and also an outstanding man. It just happened that she never felt attracted to him, not even once.

Jessica had always loved Antonio wholeheartedly which made Antonio earned her forgiveness without much stress.

After sealing their relationship officially in court five years back, they’ve been living happily as married parents and grandparents.

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“Ohhh myyyyy gaaaawwwwrrrd! You, oh, no! Ah, yes! Oh my God! There, there, there. Oh yes! Yes! Yes!”

The person making this noise could not make out the words pouring out of her mouth, but she most definitely knew she was rambling. Yeah, that, she was certain.

She was kneeling on the bed in a doggy-style position— a large hand settled on her ass, caressing and pressing it, then the hand held her ass up to meet every single thrust of his dick inside her.

“Yeah, baby. I got you,” the male grunted, his fingers running down her arm, her breast, her big round belly while his thrusts increased and so did her moans.

She felt feverish, feeling every single hard stroke of his hips in every part of her body. The slap of skin against skin kept going on and on.

The male took a stroke of that sensitive spot inside her that provoked her to cry out again and get more liquid around him.

“Liam!!!” she screamed wildly, clutching the bedspread as tightly as her eyes were shut.

“I want you too much, baby,” he emphasized every word with a hard stab of his cock inside her— each plunge deeper and harder than the last.

“Dad!”

“Mom!”

Two different tiny voices suddenly called out from outside, followed by a loud bang at the door.

Cursing in a low voice and panting heavily, Liam slowly withdrew his fully hardened dick, dripping with milk while he watched his woman fall exhaustedly to the bed.

“Dad, aren't you in there? Why did mommy scream just now?” came one of the tiny little voices that spoke now.

“Damn, baby. We are really caught red-handed this time,” a smile played across his lips as he teased,  picked up his towel from the floor, and wrapped it around his waist quickly.

Peeling off some strands of her dampy hair from her forehead and chuckling, “I hope you would be able to convince them, sweetheart,” she flashed him a cute wink and started out of the bed.

“I’ll go and freshen up and started getting ready while you provide answers to their series of questions,”

Liam stopped dead in his tracks and spun around to look at his wife blankly, “Why must I always be the one to face these children when you are the one who'd attracted them with your noise? I mean, if you'd keep it on a low, then they would never have heard anything,”

“I wouldn't have screamed if you had not almost hit my baby with your big thing,” Daniella retorted, glaring at her husband playfully.  

“Mom, can you open the door already? Are you okay?”

Liam was about to say something when the voice beat him to it and without going on with the bicker with his stubborn woman, he turned back toward the door and started for it.

He took a deep breath, put on a bright smile and then bent the doorknob. He quickly came out to see his little precious treasures at the door, looking up at his face.

“What happened to mom, dad? And why haven't you gotten ready yet when we are not supposed to be late for the party?” Brian, a cute little boy with big round eyes and every other feature that looked exactly like Liam’s scolded his father.

Liam then allowed his lips to stretch into a more spreading smile, “Nothing happened to mom, Brian, and we’re getting ready now,”

“Then why is your body covered with sweat, Daddy? Is there something you're not telling us?” Brianna, Brian’s twin sister interrogated, staring up at their father with curiosity.

“I still don't get it, Brianna, why does mom always scream so loud whenever she and daddy are alone in the room?” Brian interjected, locking eyes with his sister.

“Do you think daddy somehow hurt mommy?” Brianna also put in and their eyes immediately widened before looking back at their father’s smiling face.

But, Liam didn't allow their next words to get out of their mouth before he'd crouched to their height and held them closer to himself.

In his eyes, his five years old kids are the most intelligent children he’d ever met. Clever and quick-witted. Just like their mother.

“I’ll never hurt mommy, kids. She's my life,” he told them in a quiet matter-of-factly tone, kissing their foreheads one after the other.

The kids grinned.

“Mommy will never hurt you too, Daddy. She loves you too much,” Brianna circled her hands around Liam’s neck, beaming.

“I know that, love,” Liam also beamed, watching his beautiful daughter that looked incredibly a lot like Daniella.

Her lovely palm-sized face, her delicate nose and her pink lips… every bit of the little girl looked delicate, just like her mother’s.

“Alright, dear. You guys go and finish dressing up. Mom and Dad will be down soon,” Liam said, kissing them again and standing up.

“Okay, Dad. Love you,” the children chorused, linking their hands together, and started running along.

“Love you too, babies,” Liam shouted after them, smiling to himself.

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A few hours later, Liam rolled the car to a stop in front of a sumptuous Hall where some other eye-catching cars were parking.

“Best!!!” Mandy screamed in delight, rushing over to meet Daniella at the car.

“Hey, babe. Slow down, will you?” Michael grimaced as he followed behind his wife at every step, afraid that she might fall down.

Mandy paid him no heed as she lunged at her best friend, embracing each other tightly with their bulging tummies.

Liam helped the kids come down from the car and in the next seconds, they glided toward Michael.

“Oh, my super-duper cuties. I’m so happy to see you,” Michael gushed, crouched and hugged them both.

At this time, Daniella and Mandy too had disengaged from the long hug.

“Happy wedding anniversary, baby. I love you,” Daniella effused, her eyes brightened and beautiful.

She was flaunting a sea-green maternity gown. Her stunning black hair was put in a simple bun and she wore very light makeup.  

“Thanks, best. But how come you look better than I am when we're both heavy?” Mandy made a face, touching her big belly under the burgundy long dress she was wearing.

“Oh, come on, Mandy. It’s your wedding anniversary today and no one can ever look better than you,” Daniella corrected, touching her pretty face.

Unlike Daniella, Mandy let her brown hair swish around her shoulders and the exquisite makeup on her face made her appear more beautiful.

She flushed from her best friend’s words and they hugged each other again.

“Enough of the hugging, can we go in now to join the rest of the guests and family?” Liam spoke up with an eye roll after he'd also engaged in a brief conversation with Michael.

“Look at them acting as if they'd not seen each other at all this year,” Michael said with a subtle twitch of his lips, carrying Brianna in his arms.

“I wonder the same thing, bro,” Liam conceded, also carrying Brian.

The two best friends laughed out heartily, “You guys are just being jealous, you know?” Mandy stuck out her tongue as she and Daniella walked hand in hand.

Just then, a honk suddenly filled the atmosphere, halting their movement.

They all swiftly turned around and saw Jessica and Antonio coming down from their car, holding hands.

“Mom, Dad!” Daniella called out in surprise, sliding to where her parents were standing by the car.

“You never told me you both would be attending the party,” she said, hugging her mother and then proceeded to her father who kissed her forehead and cheeks.

“Why must we tell you? Mandy is also our daughter,” Jessica said with a glowing smile while she welcomed Mandy in her arms.

“Thanks for coming, Aunt Jessica,” Mandy said gratefully and also went to hug Antonio. “You too, Uncle”

“Happy wedding anniversary, my dear. I got you a gift,” Antonio told Mandy and her smile instantly broadened.

“Really, Uncle?”

“Grandma, grandpa. Can you come over already? Or do you want us to go in first?” Brian shouted from where he was in his father’s arms. He was already getting tired of waiting.

“Yes, grandpa. We’re all supposed to be in the hall by now. You guys are wasting time,” Brianna added, frowning.

“Oh, quit that, little girl. We all know that you're not very eager to join the party but to start eating to your heart's content,” Daniella poked fun at her daughter but to the amazement of everyone, the girl admitted blandly…

“You can say that again, mom. After all, you all are aware of my love for good food,”

Everyone erupted into hysterical laughter after the little girl’s words.

What a little foodie!

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The End.