Page 28 of Say You'll Stay
“I’m open. If I can’t get pregnant, I would.”
“Maybe you’re pregnant already.” I spent enough cum inside of her to fill a house.
“I’m not, but Lauren is.”
“That explains all the hovering Griff was doing during dinner.”
“I wouldn’t mind being pregnant.” She meets my gaze in the mirror. “You want kids, don’t you?”
I drop my hands on her shoulders and then tilt her neck to the side to place a warm kiss there.
“Absolutely. Whether you carry them or whether we adopt them makes no difference to me. Should I sell The Academy, then?”
She hesitates. “I just don’t know anything about running a school. I’ve never even taught a class.”
“You taught Jasmine a lot of things, but I hear you. What about going back to school like Lauren suggested?”
“I’m intrigued,” she admits, “but going back to school at my age?”
“I’m gonna go back to school.”
“For what?” She twists in her chair.
I crouch down and take the bottle from her hands. It smells good. Fresh, like flowers. I squirt some into my hand and start to pat it on her face like I saw her do last night.
“Since we’re gonna have a boatload of kids, I better learn how to cook. All I know how to do is make pancakes and grill steak. I have to have a bigger skill set.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one cooking and taking care of you?”
“No.” I stop patting long enough to kiss her on her lips. “You should play with Jasmine, watch television, and read books.”
“I thought I was supposed to go to school and study to run The Academy.” She sounds a little breathless.
I pull down the collar of her shirt and start patting the cream on her chest. When the ribbed band is stretched as far as it can go, I give up and just dip my hand under the tee to stroke her nipples to hard buds. She leans back against the counter to give me better access.
“School. Books. Isn’t that the same thing?” I lift one bare leg over my shoulder and then the other.
“Not really.”
I pull my hand out from the top of her shirt so I can push it up from the bottom. Her panties are soaked. I nudge the wet fabric aside and begin to lap at her. The discussion on school, cooking, her duties, my duties, the future all fall by the wayside. Those things will take care of themselves. The important thing is that we’re together now. The dreams we had as kids, when it was just the two of us against the world, are finally a reality.
I look up at her from between her legs, my hands around her waist, all the love I have for her in my eyes. “It doesn’t matter what we do as long as we do it together.”
Her hand cups the back of my head. “Yes, West. You’re right. As long as we’re together.”
I rise and gather her in my arms in one motion and stride into the bedroom to seal our vows. What started so long agowhen we were barely adults has finally been realized. Two hearts making one life together.
Epilogue
VASEY
“Those centerpieces need a few more lilies in them.” I gesture toward one of the numerous tables that occupy the outdoor tent we built in our backyard. "Oh, and the cake. It should be between the two ice sculptures.” One indicates the year, while the other displays the university logo that Jasmine has selected.
All the colleges she applied to had accepted her. I was pleased she ended up picking one that was close to home. It’s funny how she used to cling to me; now it’s me doing the clinging. I’m not ready to let her go, but I know she needs to spread her wings and explore the rest of the world.
“I sound snotty, don’t I?” I cringe, looking over at Rebecca, the party planner. I know I’m being particular, but I want everything to be perfect for Jasmine. She deserves it.
Never in my life did I think I’d be talking about centerpieces, ice sculptures, and picking chandeliers to hang in an outdoor tent for a party, but here I am. I remember when West and I would pool our money just to be able to buy ice cream at the local ice cream shop. I couldn’t have imagined throwing a party of this caliber all those years ago.