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"On my way," my mom says as she comes over and gets Archer. "Come on, little man, Grandma wants to show you the new toys she bought you." She doesn't stop. Every week there is something new for the oh-so-spoiled one. He coos and baby talks to her with a smile on his face. I smile at them and then roll over the top of my girl, careful of her healing rib.

"I love you, Coral, and next week we are going to be married. You will be mine forever. You get all that?"

"Yes, I do."

She leans up and kisses me, and for a moment I forget we are in my mom's backyard and kiss her like we are completely alone. Just her and me. No one to witness as I fondle her breasts through her T-shirt. How she opens for me and how I want to bury myself between her lovely thighs. I haven't made love to her since before the attack because she was healing, but that is coming to an end tonight.

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I slip behind my wife in the shower and pull her body close to mine. In the week since we were engaged, she has worked hard with her therapist to be able to go out in public without suffering a panic attack. She's also initiated sex with me on numerous occasions. But after she said “I Do” earlier and we celebrated at my family’s winery with all our friends and family, I’m ready to make love to my wife. My mom is watching Archer for the night, and I've finally got her all to myself. I intend to make sure she remembers what it feels like to come on my cock over and over.

I turn her around and press her up against the wall of the shower. She squeals from the coldness and plasters herself against me more. I guide my cock to her waiting entrance and slowly push myself through her folds. She uses her arms, even the one still in a cast, to push herself down on me more. I groan at the tight fit. No matter how many times I fuck her, she's still tight like the first time, and I love it.

I press her further into the wall and start moving in her. She's wrapped around me and at my mercy. But I want her deeper. I need to show her how much she means to me.

I pull away from her and set her down on her feet. "Dry off and get your ass on that bed. I want you," I growl, and she's out of the shower in a flash, a towel wrapped around her as she dries off.

I follow behind and drop my towel on the floor by the bed. Gripping her ankles, I pull her legs apart and climb up them. I lick her to get her essence on my tongue. I nuzzle her breasts. With everything that happened, she had to stop nursing and I know she misses it. But if I have my way, she'll have a baby in her belly in no time and will nurse that baby for as long as she wants.

I suck a nipple deep into my mouth and her back arches. Reaching down, I bend her leg at the knee and open her more as I slide back into her tight heat. She cries out and I can feel every inch of her along my cock. Every ripple. Every squeeze as she flexes around me. I pull away from her breast and start to really move, giving her everything I can without hurting her still healing body. She digs her little nails into my back as she pulls me closer. I take her harder and she cries out for more. We continue to move in tandem. Chasing the orgasm we both are searching for. I lean over and suck the edge of her breast into my mouth, feeling the pull as the blood comes to the surface. Marking her as mine. She cries out and her orgasm causes her pussy to tighten even more around me, pulling my own orgasm from me. I push through until I'm buried deep and empty everything I have in her.

"I love you." She sighs as her eyes flutter closed.

"I love you too, wife," I say and roll us so I don't crush her but still am buried in her.

Epilogue One

5 YEARS LATER

CORAL

"Boys, get in here right now," I holler for my two sons. Archer rounds the corner into the living room first. At five years old, he knows the tone I'm using and he's not going to fight me. He still looks so much like me, even his eyes. But when his little brother, MJ, comes behind him, he’s all his father. At almost four, he’s full of spit and vinegar. He pushes every single one of my buttons. He smiles at me with a toothy grin, and I try to hold myself together.

"Momma," they both say. Archer looks guilty as he knows what he did, but MJ is going to deny it.

"Did you boys get into the cookies already?"

"Yeah, Momma, sorry." Archer starts.

"Not me, Momma. Was him." MJ points at his big brother.

"Marco Jared Murphy, don't you lie to me. Did you eat those cookies?" He has chocolate smeared across his face. I told Rowdy the day he was born that it was a bad idea to name him after his best friend, but he didn't listen to me. Just like he didn't listen to me when I said we needed to wait a couple of years before we got pregnant again. Our one-year-old daughter, JoEllen, is clinging to me while chanting for cookies over and over.

"Cook. Cook. Cook." Her sweet voice and hair like her father’s but my eyes make it even harder to scold her. She's got her daddy wrapped around her little finger.

Speak of the devil, Rowdy walks through the door. He's in his station gear and my blood runs hot. I want him so bad, but I'm serious, we are waiting a while before we have another baby. Three of them aged five and under wear on my nerves. I'm only part-time at the hospital now. I went back and finished my nursing degree. I’m currently working in an administrative position, training nurses on how to deal with traumatized victims.

"Hey, family. Did I hear Momma yelling?"

The boys turn and look at him.

"Not me. Was him." MJ points at Archer again.

"Dad, we both got into them. MJ said it would be okay. Momma left them on the counter for us." Archer tries to defend himself and I smile. Only he would believe what MJ said. Archer adores his younger siblings and is always wanting to sit with JoEllen.

"Yeah, I believe you, buddy. MJ, next time wipe your face before you try to pull the wool over your mom's eyes."

"No wool, only cookies." I'm sure the little man is going to grow up to be an attorney. He can argue his way out of anything.

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