Page 56 of Giving It to the Monster

Epilogue

Saint and Natasha were married a month after his proposal. Natasha didn’t want to wait, and neither did he. Saint had waited too long to put a ring on her finger, and he wasn’t going to wait much longer.

Rather than have their honeymoon at home, Saint took her to Australia to bask in the heat, the sun, the ocean, all of it while the rest of the world was freezing for their winter.

“You know I couldn’t come here for Christmas,” she said, turning onto her stomach.

“You couldn’t?” he asked, grabbing the sun lotion. “Even with all of the calm, relaxing, peaceful tranquility this place has to offer?”

She wrinkled her nose.

“My size sixteen ass is in a bikini because it can’t stand to wear anything else right about now. It’s sweltering, in November.”

He burst out laughing. “You are never satisfied.”

“Besides, I was thinking this Christmas, if it’s not at the club, we could put a tree up, decorate it, and I could cook us Christmas dinner with the turkey.”

“We had turkey for Thanksgiving.”

“Well maybe some prime rib. Ugh! You irritating man.” She collapsed back down, and he couldn’t stop laughing. “Mom always did lobster and ribs for thanksgiving, and then turkey for Christmas.”

“Your mom was British, and went to Sinners’ Corner when she was ten years old,” Saint said.

“So, I want to inherit some of her traditions.”

“We will, babe, I was only teasing you.” He wouldn’t have it any other way. Thanksgiving and Christmas at the Greenwood family had always been a treat to him, and he’d promised himself that he was going to follow those same traditions.

“You know my dad loved you, right?”

“He didn’t.”

“He did. He loved you because you make me happy, and I’m his little girl.”

Saint watched as she twirled her ring around her finger. Her mother’s wedding band was now on a chain around her neck. She rarely took it off, and he didn’t mind. It was the only connection she had with her mother, and he appreciated that.

“So, I was wondering,” he said.

“Oh dear.”

“It’s not bad.”

“Go on, I’m ready.”

“I was wondering what you think about kids?” Saint asked, rubbing the lotion into her skin. When she was done, Natasha sat up, and pushed him down so that he was on his stomach. She took the lotion from his hand, and squirted it into his back.

“Maybe I should draw a penis on your back so you sunburn with it on.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to talk here.”

“Then talk before I’m tempted to draw a penis, and take a picture.”

“Kids,” he said.

“What about them?”

“I want them. I’ve thought long and hard, and I want them with you.” Saint spun and gripped her hips so she straddled him. “What do you think?”

Natasha bit her lip, clearly trying to hide her smile. “I think I’ve hidden the condoms, and I would love to be the mother of your children.”

He sank his fingers into her hair, pulling her close. “Let’s head back to the hotel, and get started.”

“Lead the way, Prez.”

Packing up their stuff, he led the way, and for the rest of their two week honeymoon, they didn’t leave the room until she was pregnant.

The End

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