Wrapped In My Wife(17)

“Oh, I’m going to take care of that as soon as I put you to bed.”

“Without me?” She pouts.

“Oh no, I’m going to fuck you with it. But you’ll probably sleep through it.”

She giggles because she knows I’m right.

“It’s okay, Button. You sleep. I’ll be quick.”

When I carry her to bed, I strip the dress off her and toss it on the floor. I kiss her naked body before I get on top and slide into her. I do as I promise and cum quick before I roll us over. I’m completely wrapped in my wife as my eyes close and I fall asleep.

Being married really is the fucking best.





Epilogue





Emily





One year later…





“Mrs. Wallace, are Daniel and David going to be at the fair this weekend?”

I look down at little Emma, her bright blue eyes staring up at me. Her cheeks are a rosy pink and her blonde curls are going in every direction. She looks like a doll. She’s the sweetest little girl I’ve ever met before, and a feeling of longing hits me.

“I’ll have the boys with me,” I tell her.

She claps excitedly, jumping up and down before turning to run over to her mom. I give her a small wave and she does the same back. I try not to have favorites with the kids at the library, but Emma pulls at my heartstrings. Not just mine either. She has captivated my boys, too. When they come to the library with me for circle time, they’re always sitting right next to her. It’s kind of adorable. I know when they get home from school today the first thing they’ll ask me is if I saw Emma. Maybe I should reach out to her mom to have a standing play date.

She makes me long for a daughter, something I didn't think was going to be in the cards for me. Dylan and I didn’t protect ourselves against having kids after the boys, but we were never trying either. We said if it happened it happened, but it never did. I knew when I had the twins I tore one of my ovaries and it had to be stitched up. I thought maybe that might be the reason.

I’d never taken the time to look into why I hadn't gotten pregnant. I left it all up to fate, knowing that if I was going to have another child, I would. But after throwing up this morning and the soreness in my beasts, I’ve been thinking maybe it’s in the cards for us after all. I also can't remember the last time I had my period. I’ve never really kept track of them. After thinking about it this morning, it's been a few months at least. I need to take a test as soon as possible. I don’t want to get Dylan all worked up if it’s just a false alarm. Nancy volunteered to run out and get me a test. I’m excited and nervous all at once to find out.

Things have been utterly perfect lately. The boys started first grade last week, but they spent the summer coming to the library when I volunteered. They would read or play on the computer, and often times joined in on whatever I’d set up for the kids that day. Dylan would sometimes join us, too, and he always came for lunch.

Now it’s back to just the two of us during the days. But I love that no matter what, we all get home at the same time. Dylan was right. Just volunteering at the library worked out way better for our family. Plus, the new director, Lana, loves the idea, too. She’s a sweetheart and lets me have free rein running activities in the library and with the community. It’s a perfect fit. It doesn’t hurt that Mark is long gone. And I’m pretty sure he left town. I asked Dylan about everything a few weeks after it was over, and he just gave me a look that said never bring that asshole up again.

I put away the book I just finished reading before cleaning up my area. When I’m done I rush over to Nancy, who pops up from her chair when she sees me. She hands me the bag and squeals.

“I’ve never been so excited for someone to pee before,” she laughs, following me to the bathroom. I rip open the box and step into one of the stalls. Thankfully the bathroom is empty.

I pee on the stick then come out of the stall and set it down on the counter. I busy myself with washing my hands and I try not to look, but I can’t stand it as I hover over it, waiting. As soon as I see two faint blue lines, both Nancy and I scream.

Suddenly, the women’s bathroom door explodes open and Dylan is filling the doorway. His eyes are locked right on me.

“Dylan!” I scream at him. My hand flies to my chest. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“Something's going on. You’ve been acting weird,” he growls, stepping into the bathroom.

He’s an hour early for our lunch date. How does he always know everything? I’m not even going to ask if he still has cameras around here. It’s pointless. Besides, I don’t care if he watches me. In fact, it kind of turns me on.

“He’s like a bloodhound,” Nancy laughs, walking past him. She gives him a smack on the arm as she goes. “Congrats. For the baby’s sake, I pray it’s not a girl,” she throws over her shoulder as she leaves the bathroom, giving me a wink.

“Button.” Dylan rushes over to me, lifting me up.

“I’m pregnant.” Saying the words out loud makes them feel real. I beam up at him, wrapping my arms around his big body. He smiles for a second, then it quickly falls.

“It will not be a girl.” He says it like he can somehow command it to be true.