"Eh, I've been more or less retired for the past year. Every day with my family is a celebration of that," I said. "But our anniversary is coming up."
My hand crept toward Aubrey's thigh and trailed its fingers along the inside, gliding across the warm, supple skin underneath her leggings. "Maybe we can drop the kids off and get some Mommy Daddy time."
She narrowed her eyes at me. "What are you planning?"
I grinned and said nothing. She knew me too well at this point but that didn't stop me from going all-out on her birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries.
Every year I tried to outdo myself. On our first wedding anniversary, we flew to the south of France and toured some of the best wineries in the world. I'm almost certain we conceived Ava on that trip.
For her 25th birthday in January, we spent the entire winter month basking in a warm, Australian summer.
As much as we loved to travel and explore new places, I wanted this anniversary to be different and special. I wanted to give her something familiar yet exciting enough to blow everything else out of the water. A physical reminder of our love and everything we overcame together.
This idea had been nagging in my head since we first got married and I finally put it in motion a year ago. It was tricky sometimes, sneaking away to check out the progress without Aubrey knowing. But it was finally complete and I knew once she saw it, it'd be worth it.
A crackled cry from the baby monitor on the coffee table suddenly grabbed our attention.
"Want me to get him?" I said, sitting up carefully while cradling Ava's head.
"No, I got him." Aubrey stood to tend to our eight-month-old son Luke and looked at us adoringly. "She's falling asleep on you again," she whispered.
I looked down just in time to watch Ava's eyelids flutter closed over her huge green eyes. Aubrey's eyes.
Our baby girl got my dark hair and not only her mama's eyes but also her attitude. Ava was bold, sassy, and a fearless adventurer as evident by her many scrapes and booboos.
Every man about to become a father yearns for a son, and I did too at first, but Ava became my everything the moment she was born.
She was the spitting image of the woman I fell in love with. Beautiful, curious, intelligent, and tough as nails. I watched her punch a boy in the face who was twice her size and beamed with pride. Maybe she inherited my fists and my temper too.
My baby girl would go out in the world and defend herself, which was my biggest fear when I found out my first child would be a girl. Especially after hearing the recent news that Charlie and Andy were released from prison on parole. Christian assured me they would be closely monitored, but so many more predators like them were out there. As a father it made me sick with worry.
But when I watched the blood gush out of the bully's nose from her sharp little fist, I knew my daughter would be alright.
Ava would always be my firstborn, but when my son Luke came into the world I would love him no less. Although every parent laments at their children growing up so fast, I couldn't wait until he started talking and showing me his own personality and brilliance.
A nudge on my leg woke me up before I realized I even drifted off to sleep with Ava's tiny body still curled up on my chest.
"All three of my babies are sleeping," Aubrey said softly as she settled onto the far end of the couch, taking my feet into her lap.
"Come here," I said groggily, holding my arms out to her.
She shook her head. "I don't want to disturb the little princess."
"How's the little prince?" I asked, folding my arms behind my head.
"A dream as always," she said with a smile. "He's up when he needs to be changed and fed, then goes right back to sleep. A piece of cake compared to this one." She nodded at Ava.
"What are you talking about? She's an angel," I mocked. Aubrey rolled her eyes in response.
Ava had been a demanding, screaming handful since the moment she entered the world. Aubrey almost didn't want to have another baby, but a romantic adults-only vacation in Hawaii last year made that decision for her. We wouldn't trade Ava for the world but were thankful and relieved that Luke was much mellower.
"So," I said. "Let's drop them off at my parents' next week?"
"For how long?"
"Not long. Just a night, maybe two."
"And where are we going?"
"You'll see."
She shook her head slowly, trying to hide the excited smirk crossing her face. "I know all your tricks by now, Mr. Westbrook."
Not a chance, babe.
"Oh, I still got some surprises up my sleeve for you, Mrs. Westbrook.”
EPILOGUE 2
AUBREY
Balancing motherhood with a demanding career brought on a whole new set of challenges and stressors in my life. And yet I wouldn't take it back for anything. I had my dream career, my ridiculously handsome and devoted husband, and the family I never had growing up.
Wrangling two kids on a trip upstate to spend the night with their grandparents? Now that in itself was a whole different ball game.
It was the first time Logan and I would be getting away to be alone since having Luke eight months ago. His mom was excellent with the kids but I couldn't help but worry about being away from him for 24 hours.
"I brought lots of extra baby powder and wipes," I said rummaging through the diaper bag for the tenth time. "His skin is still pretty sensitive to rash, so you might need it. I pumped all the extra milk I could, too. But there's formula in case you run out."
"Darling, relax," his mom said softly, rocking a sleeping Luke on her shoulder. "Go enjoy your anniversary and don't worry about a thing. I won't let him out of my sight."
"Thank you again for taking them. I know they're a handful, especially that one." I nodded out the window toward Ava, who was sitting with her grandpa on a tractor in the yard. He appeared to be explaining farming tools to her as she sat listening with wide-eyed fascination.
"Nonsense, we love having them," she protested. "Enjoy yourselves. We can't wait to hear all about your surprise." Her eyes twinkled knowingly, exactly like Logan's did.
"It seems everyone knows this surprise except for me," I said. Logan had been teasing me nonstop for the past week. He loved to torture me with suspense and I had to admit I fell right into it. I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve, except that I didn't even know what I wanted from Santa. All I knew was that it would be perfect, as all his gifts to me were.
We gave our kids their final goodbye kisses and hugs and "listen to what your grandparents say,"s. Logan led me to the ATVs behind his parents' house and handed me a blindfold.
"Put this on," he instructed.
With my sight taken away, all I could do was hold onto his waist for dear life and take in the sounds and smells of the woods.
At first, I thought we were taking a camping trip to our spot on Westbrook Peak, where we first said we loved each other and had that magical night of lovemaking under the stars. He drove the quad uphill most of the way, going over many fallen branches and piles of leaves. We were definitely off-road from what little I could tell.
Eventually, Logan drove straight on flat ground for a few hundred feet before slowing to a stop and cutting the engine.
I moved to take the blindfold off but his hands stopped me.
"Not yet, babe," he said. "Let me get you down first."
I still hadn't lost all of my baby weight after having Luke, but he still lifted me off the quad and placed me lightly on the ground as if I were Ava's size.
His gloved fingers took one of my hands while the other gently guided me at the small of my back.
"Take a few steps forward with me," he said in my ear. The excitement in his voice was palpable and it only made me giddier.
"Logan!" I started to laugh with nervous excitement as I took a few tentative steps forward. It felt like we were on a dirt road or possibly a driveway.
"Alright, open your eyes!"
I yanked the blindfold
off and blinked as I took in the beautiful sight before me.
We stood in front of a house, a gorgeous two-story cabin overlooking the same mountain and rushing river from so many years ago.
"You built a house here?" I cried, tears rushing to my eyes.
"Happy anniversary, babe," Logan said, wrapping his arms around my waist. "This will always be our place. I just thought it could use some upgrades."
"How long did this take?" I wondered.
"About a year."
I looked at him. "You've been planning this for a whole year?"
"I've wanted to do it since we spent our first night here." He smiled and gave me a gentle nudge. "Wait until you see the inside."
My jaw could not get scooped off the floor if I tried. My husband spared no expense in building this place. Tall, vaulted ceilings with exposed beams made the place feel like a castle. A winding staircase led to the master suite upstairs, complete with a large stone hot tub and sauna inside the massive bathroom.
The main floor featured a gigantic fireplace, floor to ceiling windows, and a luxurious five-star kitchen accented with granite counters and industrial, stainless steel appliances.
"Go on up and relax in the hot tub," Logan urged with a gentle kiss on my neck. "I'll get a fire and dinner started."
"You don't have to ask me twice," I said before bounding up the stairs.
I soaked in the hot water until my skin was pruny, letting the powerful jets massage away the stress and tension of both my jobs as a mother and business owner. Tonight I was simply a woman being pampered by her man.
I lotioned up my skin and wrapped myself in a soft robe before descending the staircase, following the smell of dinner wafting from the kitchen. The whole house was warm and toasty, coated in the gentle glow of the fire and rustic chandeliers hanging from the tall ceilings.
Logan was just plating our food at the dinner table next to the window overlooking the mountain and sunset.
"What's for dinner?" I asked. He'd become quite the chef since gradually spending more time at home over the past year.
"Grass-fed bison steak with fig-balsamic sauce, and rosemary roasted potatoes and seasonal vegetables," he said with a flourish. "Paired with Napa vintage cabernet sauvignon."
"You are really outdoing yourself, husband," I said, taking his face in my hands and catching his lips with mine, savoring the taste of his mouth. "Thank you for this. You're wonderful."
"The beautiful mother of my children and the best brewer in the country deserves no less," he replied, running his hands over my hips. "Now let's eat before I devour you first."
We ate our decadent meal while watching the sunset before moving to the pillowy soft sheepskin rug on the floor in front of the fire.
Drunk on love and expensive wine I straddled Logan's outstretched body on the rug, slowly gliding the heat between my legs across his quickly hardening bulge.
"Fuck," he groaned as he pulled the belt of my robe open, allowing the soft fabric to fall off my shoulders. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Maybe five years ago I could believe that," I said shyly. I definitely had stretch marks and looser skin than when we first met. It made me wish I appreciated my curvy hourglass body from before I had kids.
Logan got a fierce, intense look in his eyes then swiftly grabbed my waist with both hands and flipped our position. He laid me on my back with my legs still wrapped around him, his powerful muscular torso hovering right above me.
"Believe me now," he instructed before crashing his mouth down on mine.
His hands finished opening my robe, laying my body out and bare as his mouth began its descent down my neck, trailing his tongue over my breasts and circling the stiff peaks of my nipples.
"This gorgeous body has made me come countless times and gave me my children," he murmured against my skin, sending shivers through me and intensifying the needy pulsing of my clit against his hardness.
Before moving lower he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the hard, chiseled body that hadn't changed a bit since we first met. He let out a low moan as he looked down at me, his eyes traveling hungrily over my body while his hands slid his pants down his hips.
"Years later and you still make me hard as a fucking rock," he growled as his rigid shaft sprang free.
My insecurities left me and I became filled with ardent lust for this Adonis of a man who stood by my side and desired only me.
"And you still make me wetter than Niagara Falls," I said, spreading my legs to him, my eyes never leaving the thick cock pulsing before me. I needed it inside me.
He teased my slick entrance with his hand first, pinning my wrists above my head with his other hand to contain my squirming and writhing.
"Still so tight," he breathed, stretching me open with his fingers before descending his mouth on my clit.
It felt like all the energy in my body concentrated into a tiny little volcano ready to explode. His tongue flicked and swiped and teased at the hard little nub that he knew so well.
I teetered on the edge and he knew just when to pull away, grinning evilly before returning to start again. He teased me into a frenzy, building my climax to heights I didn't know were possible.
Just when I couldn't take it anymore, Logan pushed me over the edge.
I nearly lost consciousness as my body surged with the most intense, toe-curling pleasure. My voice echoed off the walls and ceilings of our hidden-away paradise as I screamed Logan's name to the heavens.
Toward the tail end of my pleasure, the intensity surged again as I felt his delicious thickness fill me up.
Logan secured his hands under my thighs to anchor himself and plunge his cock as deeply as my pussy would take him. His pubic bone crashed against my already sensitive clit as he pounded mercilessly into me.
My second orgasm clenched around him tightly and drew him in even deeper. His fingers marked my skin as he fucked me wildly with all his strength and vigor. The fire created dancing light and shadows over his tense, rippling muscles. He looked like a warrior from some ancient myth claiming a mortal woman for his conquest.
The way he fucked me was the last thing you'd expect from a loving, married couple with two children. He claimed and owned my pussy just like the first time. Dirty, rough, and needy. It was the way married women dreamed of being fucked after their husbands became bald and overweight.
But for this lucky girl, it was a reality any time I wanted it.
"I'm gonna come again," I moaned deliriously. My body was exhausted and spent but he knew my body so well, he coaxed another orgasm out of me before unleashing his own.
Logan slammed into me one final time before shuddering and releasing his milky come deep inside me. He stayed inside as we both came down from our highs, blissfully connected as one.
"I love you so much, my beautiful wife," he whispered, brushing hair from my face.
"And I love you, my amazing, wonderful husband," I replied.
We kissed and drifted lazily off to sleep in front of the warm fire. I curled up against his chest with his heartbeat underneath my ear and let out my deepest, most contented sigh.
At long last I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that my happiness was here to stay.
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