Ronan’s Epilogue
The crowd tonight is the largest I’ve seen. I hope to God they’re here to see my beautiful wife playing her newest songs and not marvel at the way her very pregnant belly protrudes between her body and the keys of the piano.
Daisy has picked up a regular spot at the piano bar, and it’s no wonder why. The crowd loves her. It’s generally a mix of her originals and some classic covers, and she nails each and every one.
I watch from the bar, a single bourbon in my hand as she sings, the people at the tables joining in. Every few moments, her eyes find mine, and I give her a quick, comforting smile.
I couldn’t be more proud.
I also couldn’t be more nervous. Daisy is two days past her due date, and the doctor is using terms like dropped, dilated, and induction. As hard as I tried to talk her out of performing tonight, she convinced me that she feels fine and that a little excitement might help nudge things along.
All I know is that she’s not leaving my sight for a moment.
When her set comes to an end, she waddles off the stage and meets with the same regular group of listeners who show up every week. After conversing with them for a while, she comes over and gulps down two large glasses of ice water. Hugged close to my side, she leans against me, swaying where she stands.
“How are you feeling, baby girl?”
“My back is a little sore from sitting on that bench, but otherwise good. No contractions.”
My hand roams the hard surface of her round stomach. My little boy kicks against my hand as I do, my heart practically flipping in my chest.
“I swear he has a foot in my rib cage.” She arches her back, trying to make more room in her body for the baby growing inside.
“Let’s get you home,” I whisper against the side of her head. After she says goodbye to the bar owner and the new friends gathered around her, I walk with her hand in hand out to the car waiting by the door.
As soon as we get home, she goes straight to the shower, shedding her clothes until she’s standing in the bathroom naked from head to toe. As I take in the sight of her in the mirror, I let out a husky growl, making her grin from ear to ear.
I’m always attracted to Daisy, but seeing her like this brings out that wild, inner caveman in me. There’s not a moment in the day now that I don’t want to fuck her senseless and fill her up, although she’s clearly already bursting with my child.
But fucking in the shower isn’t as easy as it used to be, so I let her step under the spray alone, watching her shower through the glass and waiting patiently with a fresh towel for when she climbs out.
When I catch her wincing as she arches her back, I ask for the hundredth time today, “How are you feeling?”
She rolls her eyes with a menacing smirk. “I’m fine, Ronan. I promise I’ll tell you when the contractions start. Besides,” she says, pulling me against her, “you know what Eden said is supposed to induce labor?”
God, I love her like this. Makes me want to keep her pregnant forever.
“I know exactly what she said,” I mutter, tilting her chin up to face me.
“And she would know…”
With a smirk, I kiss her on the lips. “Get on the bed right now, baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replies, waltzing straight into our bedroom and lying on her side. Then she watches me with a hungry gaze as I pull off my clothes, slipping my belt off with a quick swipe.
“You know as soon as that baby is out, I’m going to fuck another one into you,” I say as my gaze roams her naked body.
She bites her lip as her fingers roam down to her clit, rubbing herself as she stares at me in anticipation. As I crawl onto the bed, I swat her hand away, holding her wrist in my hand as I drag her closer.
“That’s my job,” I mutter, lowering my face to the warmth of her moist cunt. With a long swipe of my tongue, I draw a sweet, mewling sound out of her. Lowering myself to my stomach, I take my time devouring her just to make her feel good. She writhes and moans until her cries turn breathless and needy. Sucking hard on her clit, I slip two fingers in and thrust with the rhythm of my tongue until she’s clutching my hair and her thighs are trembling around my head.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m coming,” she cries.
My cock is throbbing between my body and the bed. Letting out a growl, I flip her over, carefully moving her to her hands and knees. Her pussy is still pulsing as I thrust my way in, slamming my hips against her backside.
With her fists clenching the sheets, she shoves herself back against me, meeting my thrusts, slam for slam.
“You drive your daddy fucking crazy, baby girl. You’re gonna take every drop, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she squeals into the mattress.
“That’s my girl,” I reply. “Tell me you want it.”
“Fill me up, Daddy. Come inside me.” Her voice is practically a scream at this point, and it drives me over the edge. With the sound of her pleas echoing in my ears, I lose control, coming so hard I stop breathing. My cock pulses inside her as I groan out my release.
When I open my eyes, I stare down at her. Sweat covers her back in a thin layer as her chest swells and deflates with her heavy breathing. I can hardly see her face through the mess of blonde waves fanned out around her head, so I cascade my hand along the length of her spine until I reach her head, brushing her hair out of the way.
“How are you feeling, baby girl?”
She laughs. “I’m fine. Great now.”
“Good,” I reply, leaning over to press my lips between her shoulder blades.
After pulling out, I keep my eyes on her to watch as the cum drips out of her. It’s so fucking hot to watch—I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of that. Climbing from the bed, I go to the bathroom and grab a washcloth, running it under warm water before taking it back to the bed and delicately wiping her body with it, kissing her skin as I go.
Every inch of her body is as perfect now as it was before. Thin lines are scattered over her hips and breasts, and my fingers dance over each one.
Soon, we’ll have a son.
I have days when I worry that I’m not ready. Because I know the way it’s going to feel the moment I see him. The overwhelming swell of my heart and the way our lives will be completely rearranged to make room for the biggest and greatest thing that we could receive.
Our lives will never be the same. Instead of just having her to take care of, I’ll have both of them.
I never stopped being Miles’s father, but there are days when I worry that I’ve forgotten how to be a father at all. Then I remember that I had no clue the first time either. It’ll come to me as naturally as it will come to her. And if it doesn’t then we’ll struggle together.
Daisy seems to have fallen asleep, curled up on her side with the giant pregnancy pillow shoved between her legs. So I turn off the light, and crawl into bed behind her, pulling the blankets over her still naked body.
I know I won’t fall asleep nearly as easily, but I try anyway. Holding her warm body in my arms, I press my hand against her round stomach, waiting to feel my son squirming around inside.
Sleep takes me as I wait. But I don’t know how long I’m out before I wake to the sound of Daisy moaning. My hand is on her stomach, but instead of feeling the baby kick, I notice how incredibly hard it is.
“Daisy… How are you feeling?”
“My back hurts,” she complains, trying to reposition herself to escape the pain. With my hand on her rock-hard stomach, I wait for it to subside before I start to panic. It could be just another round of those Braxton Hicks contractions. After a few moments, she relaxes again, this time facing me.
Minutes pass by before she moans again—six minutes, to be exact. A smile stretches across my face as I kiss Daisy on the forehead.
“Baby girl, I think he’s coming.”
She blinks her eyes open. “I think so, too.”
“Are you ready?” I ask in the quiet space between us on the pillow.
“No,” she replies.
With that, I kiss her forehead again and grip her hand tightly in mine. “It’s gonna be okay, Daisy.”
“I know,” she mumbles, her body tensing a little more this time.
After a moment, when I think another contraction has subsided, she looks up at me with that beaming smile as she says, “Okay. Let’s go.”
