Epilogue

Areum started crawling today.

It was cute at first, and then we both got exhausted, chasing her all over the living room, making sure she didn't get into too much trouble.

By late afternoon, Haru had figured out how to wriggle his little butt after her, and that just became a whole new mess.

So even though it's only 7 PM, we're both cuddled up naked in bed in Jungkook's apartment, watching TV on the big screen in his bedroom.

Only when the news starts in with the weather—and the date—does it hit me.

"What's today's date?" I ask him, my heart pounding, though I try not to let it show. I don't want to excite him. Don't want to get his hopes up, not if I'm wrong.

Surely I'm wrong.

"The fourth," he says, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. "Why?"

"No reason." I snuggle back under his arm, and he leans his head against mine, sighing contentedly.

"Have I mentioned that I love you?" he asks sleepily.

"Not today." I tilt my head up to smirk at him. "Why?"

"I've lost the remote," he admits, then smiles at me, and glances at the TV.

I groan and swat his chest. "Lazy. You're just using my love against me!"

"Fine, I'll get it then." He grumbles and moves to sit up, but I shove him back against the pillows.

"Not so fast. I'm not letting you guilt-trip me for this one."

I grin and swing over him, out of bed, and pad across the room to shut off the TV.

When I turn back around, he's blatantly admiring my ass, not even pretending otherwise. I put one hand on my hip, stand cockily in front of him, my whole bare body on display.

"Oh, now I understand the real motivation."

"Can you blame a guy for enjoying the view of his sexy partner when he bends over?"

I roll my eyes, though we're both smirking. "Maybe you're just using me for my body. And my TV-turning-off-skills."

"Now, that's just patently untrue." He reaches for me, I step right back across the room into his arms. Let him pull me on top of him and hug my body against his. "If anything, it's your turning-on skills that I admire."

Sure enough, he is hardening beneath me.

I rub my body against his slowly, grinning.

"Hmm. Well. Sadly, you'll have to hold that thought."

I hop off him and pad across the room to grab a pair of sweats from our closet.

He stares at me, open-mouthed. "You tease."

"Don't worry. I just have a quick errand to run." I wink at him. "Then I'll be back for more, trust me."

"Mmhm. Utter and complete tease," he adds.

Honestly, I wouldn't have stopped. But now that I've started to wonder, I need to know. I can't wait to find out.

I can't wait to tell him if I'm right.

It's a quick walk to the drug store.

An even quicker walk home, and then just a few minutes in the bathroom. My stomach turns itself in knots the whole time, and I can feel my palms tingle with nervous sweat.

It's fine, I tell myself.

No matter what the results are, we're happy.

The twins, Jungkook and I - we're are the happiest family I could ever have asked for.

The last 9 months with him have been the best in my life.

I couldn't ask for more.

But we might have gotten it anyway.

Sure enough, a couple of minutes later, the answer to my question lights up on the tiny white stick.

Pink plus sign.

I breathe out slowly, my heart racing even faster now.

I want to shout for joy.

Jump up and down, punch the air, scream out our happiness to the world.

But first, there's someone I need to share this with.

It feels different than my first time, of course.

With the twins, I was ecstatic, thrilled beyond words that the procedure worked.

But I saw it coming.

I knew it was happening.

It was planned, from start to finish—except, of course, for the double-babies rather than one.

Even so, it felt like a plan, something I went for. This, though, it feels like something else.

A miracle.

I pad into the room and find Jungkook reading.

He has his reading glasses on, which are sexy as hell on him.

And good.

Those will help.

I tiptoe up to the bed.

Slowly climb onto it, until I'm poised over his hips.

"Hey there Daddy," I say.

He glances up at me over the rim of the reading glasses.

Hot professor look, right there.

I could eat him up.

But he's annoyed that I left him earlier.

He's going to make me work for this.

"Welcome home, Papa," he says, but then looks right back at his book, pretending he'd rather read than fvck me.

But when I run a hand up to his inner thigh, I find him already hard for me.

I grin.

"Playing hard to get tonight?"

"Turnabout is fair play," he responds, turning the page.

"True. But I think you're going to want to pay attention to this."

His eyes flash to mine, playful, and he sets the book aside slowly, he leaves the glasses on. "Oh, am I?"

"Yes." I reach up and slip the small white stick into his hand. "Daddy all over again," I add.

His brow creases.

He doesn't seem to understand.

He looks at me, at the stick in his hand, back at me then he sits up in bed, alert at once, and holds the stick up to the light.

When he looks at me again, his eyes are wide with wonder, excitement.

"Is…" He pauses, his voice choked with emotion.

I'm tearing up too, I realize.

Watching him realize this is one of the best moments of my life.

One of the most rewarding things that have ever happened to me.

"Is this what I think it is?" he asks in a whisper.

All I can do is nod. My throat is too choked with joy to speak.

Next thing I know, his arms are around me, crushing me to his chest.

We're both crying, kissing, laughing, kissing again.

"How?" he keeps asking me, his eyes wide and wild, like a kid in a candy store.

Unable to believe his luck.

Our luck.

Our family is going to get one baby bigger.

Or who knows?

Knowing our luck with the twins, maybe two.

I laugh and kiss him, hard, on the mouth.

"Congratulations," I whisper to him, and he strokes my hair, gazing at me in that way he has like I'm the most precious, magical thing to ever happen to him.

"Thank you," he whispers back.

We're kissing again, slower, more intent.

He then peppers butterfly kisses on our mating marks.

He lays back and pulls me on top of him again, straddling his waist.

The whole while, we don't stop kissing, lost in each other, our lips moulded perfectly together.

We shove the sheet aside, and I trace his perfect body once more.

That beautiful chest, sculpted abs, his sexy V-line leading straight to his thick, juicy cock.

I want to lick him, suck him off, but he has other ideas right now. He lifts my hips, positions himself beneath me.

I'm wet as hell just from touching his naked body, seeing him so eager and hungry beneath me.

"I put a baby in you," he murmurs, his voice still reverent, awed, as he runs his cock between my legs, up and down from my ass up to my cock and back, slowly. "I can't wait to watch your belly swell with our baby."

"I'm yours, Jungkook."

I kiss his neck, his earlobe, his scratchy jawline, his lips. His tongue slides into my mouth, exploring, and I groan faintly into his mouth.

He draws away just far enough to smile up at me, eyes dark with lust once more.

"And I'm yours," he assures me, as he positions his cock under me, and slides inside me, holding my hips up over him.

I ride him, slowly at first, pulling my body up and down, feeling his cock spread my opening wide.

Slick dripping, thinking about how he fvcked me pregnant, how amazing it will feel to swell with his seed.

He tightens his grip on my hips, almost painful, guiding me as I ride him.

Controlling the speed, bucking his hips under me faster and faster until he's fvcking me from below, driving into me as I lean over him.

His finger zeroes in on that sweet spot as a familiar wave of heat rush over my body.

I lean back, giving him better access, feeling his cock graze right over my sensitive bundle of nerves.

His thumb keeps working my cock, he kept pumping inside me, and my whole body tenses.

"Fvck, Jungkook, I'm going to come," I gasp.

"That's right." He watches me, savouring it. "Come on my cock, you dirty boy. Come for Daddy."

My head falls back as I moan aloud.

The moans turn into a loud cry as he keeps penetrating me, never letting up on my cock.

"Fvck. Fvck. Fvck."

I hear myself saying, hardly aware of my mouth moving, as the wash of ecstasy hits me.

All I can feel is Jungkook, his hard body under me, his hand on my hips, his other hand gripping my ass.

I smell the hot scent of sex in the air, taste his mouth on my lips.

It doesn't take long before he's coming too, growling in that way he has that always sets a fire in my belly, low and animalistic.

He thrusts up into me as he comes, I feel his hot, thick cum inside me, my walls clenching hard around his shaft, loving the sensation, the feeling that led to this whole wonderful life we have.

He gave me my babies.

Now he's given me another, and the perfect man to share it with.

I collapsed in his arms, both of us spent, wrapped around one another in sweat-soaked joy.

I couldn't ask for anything more in the world than this.

~~~Fin