Page 28 of Possessive Trucker

“Mommy,” he whispers in my ear and reaches into his pocket for something else.

“Wifey?” he asks, kneeling down again, taking my hand this time and slipping the ring on my finger.

“I’ll have to make an honest woman of you now, Sophie, can’t have us living together, unmarried if we’re gonna have a baby.”

“Babies,” I correct him, tears streaming now as I struggle to focus on the glittering band on my finger as I rock in my new chair.

“We’re going to have lots of babies, Thorn… and yes, I do… I will. Oh god, I love you Thorn!”

“No, Sophie. I love you, both of you. This. I love us.”

Extended Epilogue

A Year And A Half Later

THORN

She gets more beautiful every day.

I tell her every chance I get and for the first few months it was a shyness that made her brush it off, but now she sometimes even doesn’t want to hear it, I’m afraid to say.

Even though it’s true.

Coming out of the house, our home. A beautiful two story house that owes us nothing but the life we’re destined to live in it, surrounded by pristine forest on a gorgeous spring day.

I wave to her as I come out, watching her push little Zac in his swing, hanging from the huge oak tree out front.

It’s déjà vu almost, but I don’t remember having the memory, I just know it’s meant to be.

She waves me over and I take my time, watching her push our little boy while she rests her hand on her belly, carrying our second child already.

Fully aware of it this time.

She’s never let me forget I didn’t suggest she might even be pregnant with Zac.

But it doesn’t matter, she was and now she has another. Our little family will get large in time and fill the house I put here for us all. Fill it with their sounds, smells and laughter. Their tears and their tantrums.

The good as well as the not so good times that make every minute with them perfect because I’m not going it alone anymore. I have real purpose, real direction.

A father and a loving husband.

I only worry I might love them too much. Is there even such a thing?

Kip sent word he’s more than happy to stay on with Morgan at the farm. It was a terrible first few months for them both, and at the wedding Sophie’s dad made it plain and simple for me to understand.

“You think I’m stupid, Thorn? I kinda knew you were trading me a daughter for a farm lad back when you thought you’d fooled me into letting her go to you, but I’ll give to you. I really thought you’d sent me someone who at least knew the feed end from the shit end of an animal!”

It took a little time, but Kip really took to life on the farm, and he took to Morgan as a father figure even more. The two of them, with a little financial encouragement from Sophie and me, bought up some surrounding farms and have started an organic co-op of farms, growing and tilling. Feeding and reaping like folks used to, and making a pretty good profit from it I hear.

Mack got his wish, and ‘til his dying day he’ll be running the mill and the trucks. He’s never been happier running things just how he likes it, and we’ve never been better off because of it.

My place, my job is at home.

“You look more beautiful every day, Sophie,” I tell her, stroking Zac’s head as I lean in to kiss her.

She rolls her eyes and holds both hands over her belly.

“And this? Is this all beautiful to you as well Thorn?” she says with a wry smile.

But it is. All of her is. Always has been and always will be.

“Y’know…?’ she says, changing the subject, looking off to the direction I just came from.

“I had the clearest feeling of déjà vu just before, when you came out and waved at us both, like we’ve done all this before.”

“I’m sure I would’ve remembered if we’d done it before, darling,” I assure her, kissing her again.

“I think maybe it’s just fate telling us we’re in the right place, that we’re doing the right thing. What do you think?” I ask her, stroking her hair back and kissing her forehead.

“I think I’m the luckiest woman alive, Thorn.”

“And I’m the luckiest man alive,” I counter.

“Oh! The baby, it’s kicking!” Sophie exclaims, and I put a hand to her belly, noticing little Zac looking up and reaching out with his hands too.

I lift him out of his swing, and quite the little man, all on his own, he puts both his hands on his mommy’s tummy and says his first word clear as day.

“Baby!” he exclaims, rubbing his hands across Sophie until mine cover them both.

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