Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Dean leans down to kiss us both.
This is the best life I can ever want. I get to work with the man I love, helping him run his business, and now I get to be a mother to our baby. I imagine this is only the beginning.
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
DEAN
Ten Years Later
"Let's go. Let's go. Let's go," I call upstairs to my family as I stand by the front door of our house, with Dad sitting in the car.
Dominic comes barreling down the stairs first in a navy blue suit, a white shirt that's still clean, and shiny black dress shoes. It's like looking in a time machine at my younger self. His black hair is long in the back and short in the front whereas mine is looking more and more like a guy with an office job.
"Where's your brother and sister?" I ask him. "What's taking them so long?"
He raises his shoulders up and down. "I don't know, Dad. David's saying he can't find his fire truck and doesn't want to leave without it. Dana's locked in the room with Mom."
"Why did you say you didn't know when you literally know?"
"I don't know, Dad. Is Grandpa Joe here yet?"
"I don't know," I mock him. "Why don't you head outside and get in the car that he's driving?"
He looks at me with confusion.
I nod and tell him with a laugh. "Exactly. Annoying, isn't it?"
He growls and storms through the front door. I take the steps two at a time in search of my family. Instead of bothering the 6-year-old looking for his fire truck, I knock on the bedroom door, which our 8-year-old opens.
Dana is sassy just like her mom, and she stands with her hands on her waist and a crown of flowers pushing back her light brown hair.
"Dane, you go help David find his truck and I'll help Mom."
"Okay, Daddy, but it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding," she says.
I lean down, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "It's fine. Your mom isn't the bride. Just the matron of honor. Now, go help David, please. After that, get in the car with Grandpa and Dominic."
She skips off to her brother's room in a frilly lilac dress, leaving me alone with my wife, who's wearing her dress with a frown to accompany it. I can't stop myself from walking behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and nuzzling against her neck.
Cody reaches up to stroke the side of my face, a slight moan seeping from her lips.
"We gotta get going, babe."
She lets a husky breath. "I know, but this dress isn't fitting the way I remembered a few weeks ago. I think this extra weight is bulging in all the wrong places."
"Babe." I kiss her between my words. "You look amazing. This dress is just as beautiful on you today as it was at your last fitting. I love you and every extra pound. It looks great on you and even better, it feels great when I'm in you."
She laughs, playfully hitting me and nudging me away. "Don't start. It took me three hours to do my hair and makeup. You're not going to mess this up."
"I wouldn't dream of it. It's not every day your mom gets married."
"It feels like it." She laughs. "I think this is husband number six."
"I think it should only be number five since Dad was husband numbers two and four. I wouldn't be surprised if they end up back together."
Cody shakes her head. "Let's hope not. Your dad's way too nice for my mother's shenanigans. Besides, it's bad enough she tells everyone her daughter married her son. She thrives off making people uncomfortable. I can picture her now telling people that she's going to remarry her daughter's father-in-law."
"That's too much to think about. How much time do you need to finish getting ready?"
"About five minutes."
"How much time would it take for you to get ready if I…" I pause and reach under her soft silky dress. Blush blooms across her cheeks and my cock twitches to see how far she'll let me go.
"If you make it quick, ten."
She smiles and we kiss. A beautiful wife, a beautiful life, and none of it's possible if I didn't marry my stepsister.
The End. Thanks for reading!