Buzz gives my arm a rub. "You okay?"
A quiet breath slips from my lips. "I'm a little emotional," I admit. "I could have had so many more years with Grandpa Arnie." I turn my head to Brock, then to Buzz. "We could have had so many more years together, too."
"Don't say that. The past is the past. We have something better. We have the rest of our lives."
"And a beautiful boy to raise."
"Exactly. Who knows? If we'd gotten together earlier, I probably would have smothered you to death by now."
"That's true. I much prefer having that to look forward to."
He grins.
I smile.
"Need away all you want. I'm never going to leave you."
Hiseyes have turned misty now. "Thank you."
"Now…" I take in the capsule and lick my lips. "If little Brock is still asleep by the time we get home, I have a way you can show your gratitude."
Buzz chuckles. "Oh yeah? Let me take a wild guess."
Turns out Buzz's wild guess was spot on. He feasted on my cock, getting his creamy reward with ten minutes to spare before Brock let out an almighty wail and needed to be fed.
Life really is good.
EPILOGUE
Three months later…
Buzz
"You realize there's no point in going to all this trouble," Courts says, watching me with an amused expression as I tape the last of the paper bat cutouts onto our living room wall.
I know exactly what he's trying to say, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of being right.
"That's what this is for," I reply, picking up my cell phone off the coffee table and waving it at him. "I want Brock's first everything to be amazing. Starting with his first Halloween."
"Does that mean I need to start saving for Christmas?"
I cut across the room in three giant strides, grabbing a handful of candies from the coffee table along the way, until I'm just a few inches away from Court's face. "You should have started saving six months ago."
"Six months ago, I was an idiot who didn't have the balls to tell the only man I've ever loved how I felt."
I cup his balls and smirk. "Good thing you got over that."
"You know…" That look I know so well simmers in his eyes. "Brock's asleep, and I haven't come in about?—"
"Two hours," I finish for him. "Seriously, most new parents havelesssex once their kid is born. Somehow we're having more."
"You've turned me into a sex maniac. I swear I wasn't like this before I married you."
"Hey, I'm not complaining," I say, tossing a candy corn into my mouth and chewing. "I'm emotionally needy. You're sexually needy. We balance each other out."
"We sure do," he says, stealing candy from my hand and plopping it into his mouth. "And for the record, you're not as needy as you think you are."
He has a point. I'm not.
