Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 23(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 23(@300wpm)
“I’m not, but I am. I wanted this. I wanted to be here from the very beginning this time.”
“And you will be.”
“All the three am cravings, the mood swings, everything.”
“Oh, you will be. I will say my dad was not happy about going to the gas station that early looking for weird ice cream flavors, Slim Jims, and Salt and Vinegar potato chips.”
“I imagine not. That sounds disgusting.”
“It wasn’t. It was a pretty good soup.” He makes a disgusted sound. “Your son loved it, and it was the only thing I could eat for months.”
“Maybe this time, it will be something different.”
“Maybe,” I say, and he stands up.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m putting him in his crib, and we are going to celebrate.”
“Celebrate?”
“Oh yeah, baby. Celebrate.”
After putting the baby in his crib, I grab the baby monitor off of the charger and let him lead me to our bed.
He strips us naked and buries his face in my pussy. I grind against him, seeking my release, but he knows my body so well. He stops just before I come, and I squeal in delight as he slams into me. He takes me to places I didn’t know existed. Everything is right in the world as we come together over and over again.
Things could have been so different, and I know that. He could have refused to speak to me again after finding out about FJ. Instead, he gave me a second chance to show him how much I love him and how much he means to me.
This is the life I was meant to have. If I could tell my ten-year-old self, I’d tell her to do things exactly the same. We got everything we needed; we just had to grow up first.
EPILOGUE
PHANTOM
TEN YEARS LATER
As a career soldier, I’ve been stationed all over the place. It took a while, but I’ve achieved the rank of Staff Sargent, and we are back at Fort Drum, where it all started. I will remain here until I retire in five years. I have many men under me, who look t me for support and guidance as they reach their full potential. I have no doubt that I am where I am because Desiree has been by my side. She is an amazing wife and mother. We have five sons and have a daughter on the way, finally.
“How was work?” she asks as I walk in the front door.
“Good. Long. Where are the kids?”
“Our mothers have taken them for the week.”
“The week? But I have the week off for Christmas.”
“We’ll go down on Christmas Eve, but they thought we could use a babymoon.”
“A babymoon? Is that still a thing?” I ask, trying to remember the last time we were kid-free. Surely it was Sarge’s wedding? Ten plus years ago? That can’t be right, can it? Why am I even questioning this?
“A kid-free week before the baby comes sounds amazing to me. I don’t care what it’s called,” she says, giggling.
“Get over here, wife,” I say, getting on board with this. She runs over to me and into my arms. Merry Christmas to me, I think as I peel the silky black robe off of her. She’s not showing yet, but I know our daughter is nestled in there, growing stronger each day.
Lifting her in my arms, I carry her to our bed. We spend a lot of time here. Even after all these years, I can’t get enough of her. I love her so fucking much; it’s painful to be away from her, even for a day.
I rub her pussy; she’s wet and ready for me. I strip off my uniform and slam into her. She moans loudly, being quiet, not necessary. Holy shit. Her hot cunt makes my blood boil.
“Harder, Forest. Give me more,” she demands, and I fuck her harder.
“Good girl. Take it,” I growl. She meets me thrust for thrust, arching her back. Mewling. Her hands are everywhere, and fuck, this feels amazing. Her pussy clenches, and she screams my name. I feel my balls tighten in response, and for some reason, I pull out of her and paint her tits with my seed. She always looks good in pearls.
I can’t believe this is my life. The girl next door is all mine. I’ve been in love with her since we were kids. The day she moved in next door was the best day of my life. Now, all the days are the best. She’s given me everything. She is everything.
“Marry me again,” I say as I pull out of her.
“Always,” she breathes.
Loving her has been the easiest thing I’ve done in my life. I thank God that I get to do it for the rest of it. The life we have and the family we’ve built are everything to me.