Chapter 75: ( Epilogue )

Adrian

Yea, no fucking way, I was not getting her ass pregnant ever again. My wife is demented when she’s pregnant. Yeah, the sex was good; well, sex was always good with her, but the mood swings, fuck no. Apparently I’m the only one that her mood swings are targeted at; no one else, just me. One week it was sex, then crying, then

She’s glowing and happy, and then it’s the fucking murder spree. The sight of me makes her lose her shit. She went as far as to throw a vase at me, and then it started all over again.

The night she went into labor, she was going through her crying phase. After that night in the hospital room, I swore I would either get a vasectomy or make her take contraceptives or some shit because I wasn’t doing that shit again.

Zaya had a brother, Nathan Jackson Wolfe. The old man was only too proud to show off his great-grandchildren. He would take Zaya and Nathan for walks every afternoon. I was standing by the office window looking at them. They were all walking around. I thought Zaya would have some resentment, but she didn’t. She said he is tiny and can’t do anything, so we need to do it until he’s big like her, and that just made me understand and respect Rayan’s decisions on raising our kids.

I heard the door open and close; I knew it was her. I had been staying away from her because I couldn’t have her. Yes, I wanted her and wanted her bad. The minute I caught sight of her, my dick was hard. Having Zaya added curves to her body, and having Nathan did something fucking out of this world. Her already large breasts were now bigger, her hips wider, and her fucking ass looked like it would rip her jeans. One day I was walking by, and she bent over. I swore I almost fucking came in my pants.

I turned around and looked at her. She has taken to wearing this stretchy shit that just made it worse. She leaned against the desk and looked at me.

Rayna

I stood looking at him. My pregnancy threw him for a fucking loop, and I know he’s going to avoid getting me pregnant. It's been three months since I had Nathan, and I had gotten the all clear from my doctor.

“Avoiding me?”

“No, I’m avoiding temptation,” he said, and I could tell he was trying to control himself. I left him there and headed back outside. During dinner we talked about our day; this was the way it was supposed to be. Just family. After everyone fussed over Nathan and Zaya, they all drifted off. Tomorrow was Sunday, so we could all sleep in. When I tucked Zaya in, she kissed me and said she was happy we came home. I made sure Nathan was good and headed off to bed.

After my shower I walked out to find him grabbing his pillow and sheet. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Rayan I love you, but fuck. I can’t be next to you or….”

“I’m good. The doctor gave the all clear. We can…..”

These were the last words that came out of my mouth because he was already in front of me ripping my shit off, his mouth on mine.

“Thank God.”

We were lying in the bed, sweaty and tangled up in sheets. “Thank you for coming back,” he said as he kissed me.

“You’re lucky I did.”

“Well, you’re here now, and this is where you belong. Go to sleep; your son will be up early.” He said,

I fell asleep with his arms around me, thankful that I had a chance of making my own family.