EPILOGUE

**AUDREY**
A few years later…
Our four-year-old son, Liam, looks exactly like his father. He follows Gabriel everywhere at home, refuses to let anyone bathe him, and if he wakes up late, he’ll always slip into our bed and make sure his father won’t leave while he’s sleeping in the morning.
He inherited my hair, but everything is Gabriel. His smile and his personality. He also loves eating ice cream.
“Don’t you ever think of taking that in your bedroom, Liam?” I catch him holding a pint of ice cream. “You already had one this morning.”
He pauses and looks at me for a moment, and pouts. “Daddy!” he cries and runs toward his father in the living room.
Gabriel walks into the kitchen later with Liam in his arms. He opens the fridge and grabs the ice cream, handing it to him.
“Yey!” he squeals as his daddy puts him down, and if he’s trying to ease her disloyalty, she will offer the cup to me. “I want to share with you, Mommy,” he says, twinkling his eyes.
I resist pinching his nose. “Thank you, darling. I will share it with you later, but don’t eat that in the bedroom.”
“Okay!” she grins and rushes out of the kitchen.
“Gabe…” I rest my hand on my waist. “We need to talk.”
He laughs. “What?”
“You should know when to stop spoiling him.”
He leans over the fridge. “You always tell me he is like me, but he’s a lot like you, and I spoil you anyway.”
My cheeks flush, and I narrow my eyes at him. “Gabriel!”
“Oh, come on. It’s Sunday. It’s the only time I can be with him full-time.” He grabs my hand, pulls me against him, and kisses me until I’m breathless. “He came to me almost crying. I can’t let him cry.”
I suck in a few breaths while he rubs my back. “Kids cry because kids cry, Gabriel.”
“It’s just ice cream. Come on. Don’t get mad. He is kind, just like you. He doesn’t ask much for anything else.”
Well, that is true. Outside of his toy car collection—which his father always gives him, he doesn’t play with them whenever Gabriel is around.
He’s picking interests in coloring and drawing. He has an artistic side like his daddy, but I’m also trying to engage him in learning how to read. He’s a brilliant boy. He can also count up to one hundred.
A few minutes later, Liam gives me his leftovers and raises his arms to Gabriel. “Tuck me into bed, Daddy!”
“No, you’ll brush your teeth first. Come on,” I say.
“Okay, Mommy!”
We followed him into his baby blue bedroom, and Gabriel would look after him while he brushed his teeth in front of the mirror. Then, he hops into his bed and picks up a book. “Read this to me, Mommy!”
He picks Goldilocks and the Three Bears. I wait for Gabriel to tuck him under the sheets, and the two of us sit at Liam’s side. We start to read, taking turns reading every page until he falls asleep.
I kiss his forehead. “Our little angel. He didn’t finish the story again.”
“There’s always tomorrow, love.” Gabriel also kisses his son, then turns to me and presses a kiss on my forehead. “And you read it very droning. It bores him,” he teases.
I glare at him. “Gabriel Stark.”
“What? Come on, we’ll wake him up.”
We step out of bed and slip into our own bedroom. “I’ll be putting your pussy on my face tonight.” He grins mischievously.
“I don’t think so.” I slide my fingers over his chest. “After you called me boring, I don’t think so.”
“Come on. I’m just teasing you.” He kisses my mouth passionately and brings me to our bed. No matter how I say I’ll resist him, I always end up losing. Gabriel has never been anything but makes sure I’m satisfied. I’m deeply falling in love with him over and over again.
Our tongues tied, kissing, licking each other like that for long minutes.
“When’s the last time we had sex?” I ask.
“This morning.” He glides his hand between my legs and caresses my inner thighs, then he goes down, rubbing my slit. “Why? You don’t want to?”
“No, I want to…” I moan softly as I bite my lower lip and as he kisses my neck.
“I’ll make love to you over and over, but there’s going to be fucking too. I know you want it hard.”
“Ahh….”
Gabriel’s cock hardened beneath me. I feel him palming my buttocks as his mouth on my neck drives me crazy.
I incline my head to the side, and my hands automatically fly about in his hair. Gabriel unclasps my bra, but then a creaking sound breaks our moment.
It’s the little footsteps coming inside the bedroom.
Gabriel kisses my mouth again and rolls off on top of me. “Later, darling,” he whispers to my ear, then sits up. “Liam?” he calls.
“Mommy, Daddy? There’s a monster in my room. I’m scared.” He walks closely into our bed and hops onto Gabriel’s side.
“Honey, there’s no monster in your room,” I suggest.
“Or it’s just a nightmare,” Gabriel says.
“Can I sleep here tonight?”
“Of course.” Gabe puts him between us and tucks him once again. Liam’s little hand reaches mine and his daddy, slowly closing his eyes.
“How much longer do you think he’ll do this?” he whispers at me a few minutes later, staring at the ceiling.
“Does it bother you?”
“No, of course not.”
I sit up and lean over his ear, trying not to move Liam. “He’ll keep doing this until you learn to say no. I’ll be waiting in the bathroom.” I see Gabriel’s smile in the dark shade of the room, and I carefully step out of bed.

-END-


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