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Many thanks to Midnight Cougar for her beta'ing and support! xo!
Epilogue: My Girls
My arms pulled her closer, my cheek resting on the top of her head as our bodies swayed back and forth. I loved having her close to me; it was the best place to be on earth – my 'happy place' - wrapped in the arms of the one you love.
It was my fortieth birthday and I was spending it in a much different way than I had my previous change of decade. As I looked back, it was amazing how much my life had changed.
There was no going out to dinner with Emmett and then him taking me to a bar, he was busy with his three kids. No, I was at home, dancing around the living room with my beautiful wife, before we headed out for a family dinner.
Bella and I married shortly after Lydia's second birthday. We were on our honeymoon when I knocked her up again… on my thirty third birthday. Valerie was born two weeks after Lydia's birthday, and immediately began doing things at her own pace and her own way. It was a trait that continued.
Elly arrived less than two years after Valerie, making our home a wild place to be with three children under five. I still wonder how we survived. If ever there was a time in the last ten years that Bella and I had troubles, it was in Elly's first year. She was sick, a lot, and slept terribly, which in turn meant we slept terribly. Add in two toddlers and it was bound to get ugly. It was definitely one of the 'worst' parts, in the 'for better or worse'.
We waited a little bit longer before even thinking about having more, three kept us extremely busy, but after a few years Bella went off birth control and we decided to just let it be. That was when Annabelle arrived, our youngest at just five months old. Annabelle reminded me a lot of Lydia at that age, just a sweet, sweet baby. We had it easy with Lydia, and Annabelle was the same.
Would we have more kids? Who knew? Bella was thirty seven now, so Annabelle could possibly be our last, but we weren't doing anything to prevent more.
My father never did get a grandson, but he loved his granddaughters almost more than my mother.
Oh, my mother. I needed to erect a shrine to her. There could be no greater blessing to stressed out parents than an eager grandparent waiting to swoop in and take them away. I think she was the only reason we made it through the madness some times.
Bella's father was still alive, and we sent an olive branch out in the form of a letter containing pictures of his grandchildren, but we received no response. It hadn't been since Bella was a preteen that she last saw her father, and almost as long since she last talked to him. It didn't seem as if their estranged relationship would ever change.
My business grew just as fast as my family did, but I employed far more people than in relation to our children. I had over two thousand employees now and had become a leader in contract engineering and machining. Needless to say, Bella eventually quit her job, just before Val was born, and became a stay at home mom. That was more due to doctors' orders than anything, the stress of her job making her second pregnancy more difficult.
There was never a dull moment in our home; that was for certain. After Val came along we realized the apartment wasn't where we wanted to raise them, so we moved to the suburbs and into a large five bedroom home. Yes, we knew more kids would come our way and the size was in anticipation of their arrival. Especially since Bella was already pregnant with Elly at the time.
I was working from home half of the time, not wanting Bella to have to manage them all by herself. Thankfully, I had a VP I trusted completely, something I learned from Bella, and I also learned to delegate and handed over many responsibilities to him, freeing up some of my time. I didn't want to be like my father who went to work, came home and ate dinner, then fell asleep on the couch, not interacting with his children except to ask how school was or the status of Report Card grades. Elly was often found in the office with me on my lap 'helping' me. I had the feeling she was going to grow up to be an engineer; she was fascinated by it all. That and she was a daddy's girl. Probably due to when she was sick and I took care of her while Bella looked after the other two. Lydia and Annabelle tended more toward Bella, where Val… was Val.
I pulled Bella closer to me as we swayed around the living room. I could hear the girls in the other rooms destroying something and screaming at one another, but that was an hourly occurrence, so we just stayed right where we were; reveling in the love and peace we felt being in each other's arms. If there was a real emergency, we'd hear it.
Annabelle sat on the floor a few feet away playing with her toys, giggling as she watched us.
I loved my wife, I loved her so much. She was the air I breathed, the calm in our hectic storm, and my best friend.
She was also just as fucking sexy as the day I met her.
My hands moved up and down her sides, caressing, as I leaned down to kiss her. She moaned when my lips met hers, my tongue searching out hers. I found the hem of her shirt and slid my hands beneath the fabric. Her skin was so soft beneath my fingers and I greedily wanted more.
"Can't we have a nice quiet dinner alone, so I can fuck you until we both pass out?" I pleaded breathlessly.
I wanted her, I needed her.
"No, because your parents are coming as well."
"But, it's my birthday," I whined, my hands running down and grabbing her ass, lifting her up. "And I want you."
"Well, Mr. Masen, dinner first. But don't worry, baby, I have a surprise planned for this weekend," she said with a saucy smirk.
"A surprise, Mrs. Masen?" I asked, curious.
She stood on her toes and whispered into my ear. "You, me, and that little outfit you bought me for Valentine's day…" My cock twitched just thinking about her in that fuck hot little number. "… the silk scarfs, and a babysitter for Saturday and Sunday."
I grabbed her tight and groaned, pushing my erection into her stomach letting her know just how wound up she had me. "Baby, it's not nice to tease me."
She took her bottom lip between her teeth and smiled mischievously up at me. "Maybe if you're quick we could…"
"Mommy! Daddy!" Lydia yelled, running into the room, Val and Elly right behind her, ruining our little moment.
Bella gave me an apologetic smile and I attempted to calm my cock as we turned to the girls.
Elly ran and wrapped her arms around my leg, smiling up at me, and I leaned down and picked her up. Val came to my other side and leaned into me.
"You're dancing without us," Val pouted.
Bella let out a giggle. "Well, sometimes mommy and daddy like to dance together."
"I'm hungry, what time is dinner?" Lydia whined.
"Hungry," Elly imitated in a whisper.
I chuckled at her. "Soon, Mimi and Grampy will be here in a few minutes and then we'll go."
"Happy birfday, daddy," Elly said sweetly, kissing my cheek.
"Thank you, baby girl."
I felt Val pull on my shirt and looked down to see she had a piece of paper in her hand. "What's this?" I questioned, taking what she offered.
"Happy Birthday, Daddy," Val said and smiled up at me.
"We made it for you," Lydia informed me.
I opened it up and inside was a drawing. It was us, my family; Bella and I, Lydia, Valerie, Elly, and little Annabelle. Our house was in the background and scrawled across the top in Lydia's messy handwriting 'Happy Birthday Daddy! We Love You!'.
I could feel the tears prick at my eyes and I reach out to pull Lydia into my arms. I kissed her on the top of her head as I hugged my three oldest daughters.
"Thank you so much, my beautiful girls, it's the perfect birthday card. I love you all so much, you have no idea," I said, kissing each of them in turn.
Bella picked Annabelle up off the floor and joined us. I gave a kiss to both of them and sighed in content.
I couldn't describe the love I felt for my family in that moment, all wrapped around me. This was my home, wrapped in the love of my girls.
If five mistakes could lead me to all of this wonderment, I would gladly make them all again.