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“Let’s get out of here,” he says, as soon as the first shovel full of dirt is thrown on the casket.
“Can I ask you something?”
We’ve been back from the funeral for about two or three hours. Dylan skipped going to his mother’s house. He thought that she’d probably want time to herself. I don’t believe that excuse,but I didn’t call him out on it.
It’s hard to tell if this is a somber day. Most children mourn the loss of their parents. I’m not sure Dylan, Saint, or Reaper mourn the death of their father.
We haven’t talked much about the baby since we found out. I know he’s scared shitless about being a father even though I think he’d make a good one despite being a hard ass.
With my feet in his lap, we’re sitting on the couch at his house. Well, I guess now it’s my house too. His thumb is pressing into the sole of my swollen foot, and it feels like fucking heaven.
“Did you ever want to be a father?”
His foot massage stops, and I groan. I just want to talk, not stop the amazing work of his hands. He rubs up my calf, then back down to my foot, and resumes his magic.
Thank God.
“I hadn’t thought much about being a father before you.”
My heart squeezes in my chest.
“After I had a bad breakup, I just decided to live life in the moment. Kids, a family were never a part of that because I kept my distance from women.”
I wiggle my toes, and he picks up my foot and kisses the bottom of it, then each toe before he switches to the other foot.
“Are you happy?” I ask.
“More than you can ever know,” he says without hesitation. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m scared. And she’s a fucking girl on top of that, but I’m so damn happy.”
A smile crosses my face. King is a rough, no non-sense type of guy. At first, it worried me how he’d handle having a girl, but I think he’s gonna do fine.
He runs his hand through his hair, pushing the thick strands out of his face. Everything he does these days sends me into a sexual frenzy.
“Do you know how sexy you are?”
Pregnancy has made me a nympho. I swear I can’t get enough of him.
He chuckles. “You didn’t come enough this morning, sweetheart?”
Apparently not.
“Do you want my fingers, tongue, or dick?” he asks.
I tap my finger against my chin like I really have to think about this. “Can I have all three?” I ask, batting my eyes.
He tosses his head back, and laughs, sending joy moving through me, warming my heart.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too sweetheart. Now lay back and let Daddy show you how much.”
There’s a quote by Mark Twain that saysthe fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
I’ve experienced what I thought was true love and lost a lot along the way. I feared what would happen to me. But when Dylan came into my life that fear disappeared. And if I happen to die no matter the circumstances, I can say that I’ve lived a wonderful life because I have King’s love.
Epilogue One
KING
