Epilogue: Elijah

She exudes elegance and radiance. Her broad smile and that incredible powerful voice reaching all the way to the back of the room. Her fans watch in awe as she hits the high note, holding it a little longer than recorded on her album. A beautiful gift to those who have stood by her side for all these years. I lean my shoulder against the wall at the side of the stage, my eyes unable to move from the beauty before me. The music slows, eventually coming to a stop. This is it, her final message to her fans. She waits for the screams an applause to die down before eventually speaking to her loyal followers.

"I'd like to thank everyone of you for your love and support. I would be here if it wasn't for each and every one of you," she starts, stepping towards the edge of the stage. "But there's someone very special i'd like to thank. Elijah."

She turns to me, gesturing with her fake nails to join her on stage. I shake my head but she beckons me into doing as she wishes. I step out, the crowd going wild. Working with my girlfriend, even if its to protect her, has meant I have gained my own fan club. One mostly full of women admiring how "hot" they think I am. Colette and Ali made me make an Instagram where I garnered over 600k followers. Colette even persuaded me to post of few gym pictures, some topless, showing off the body I work so hard to maintain. She always argued it would sell more tickets if my 'fans' thought they'd get a glimpse of me from the sidelines. I've got to admit, I admire her little business scheme, even if it is by pimping me out on social media. I give a wave, listening to the women scream hysterically and swoon. Colette holds out her hand for me.

"What are you planning?" I whisper into her ear. She gives me a mischievous wink before turning her attention back to the crowd. Guitar plays quietly in the background. A slow steady beat.

"As you probably know, this man right here has been by my side for three years now. My rock. My protector. It didn't seem right stepping out of the limelight for me not to let you all be the first to know what happiness and safeness he has bought me. How he is my home away from home." she turns to, rummaging in the top of her dress a little. "Elijah 'Felix'," she winks. "Kang. You were the blinding light in my darkness in a time I thought I'd never find it. You saved me. Nurtured me. Loved Me when I didn't love myself. Hadn't loved myself."

She drops down to one knee and my body stiffens. Is she about to-

"Would you continue to be that light, but as the better half of my soul. As my life partner. My husband."

Those big, round Sapphire eyes stare back up at me, a nervous smile on her spectacular, freckled face. "Will you marry me?" the crowd stays silent. I scratch the back of my neck, the anticipation in the room is thick. I place my hands in my pocket and drop down before her, our eyes now staring into each other.

"Its funny you should ask," I take the microphone from her hand and pull the other from my pocket. The black velvet box sitting tightly in my palm.

"I was going to ask you the same thing. But since you asked first. Colette 'Callahan'," I smirk.

"It would be an honour to be your husband if you're willing to do the honour of being my wife."

The crowd erupts into cheers and applause as she threads her arms around my neck. She peppers my face in red lipstick before finding my lips and taking them as her own before the thousands of people.

"I promised my life to you, remember?" I whisper into her ear and she sobs, a sweet smile still plastered on her face.

"Then I accept your life, Elijah Kang."

18 months later.

"Elijah," she moans into the mattress, her white silk dress pulled up to her hips as I pound into her slow and hard from behind. Her hips push back against me, matching my rhythm until I can't hold back anymore. I wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her head back and ramming my tongue into her mouth. My hand reaches between her thighs and as she moans and cries out my name over and over again. I fill her with every drop of my cum. Her pussy tenses around me, milking me for what I'm worth. I hold her trembling body against mine as we pant heavily.

"How-" she gasps, trying to get her words in order. "How does it feel to fuck your wife for the first time?"

I suck on her lobe, my fingers still gently massaging her throbbing, sensitive clit.

"Like i'm going to need to do it a again." I thrust my hips up and she lets out a small squeak.

"Now ride your husband, Colette Kang. I want to watch you unravel."

And she does. She rides me like her life depends on it. Her body rolls, her head falling back as her mouth hangs agape. The way she moans my name, her legs shaking with every lift up and down my hard cock. I dig my nails into her hips. I bite down so hard on my lip that the taste of blood seeps into my mouth.

"Fuck. You are a sight to behold." I sit up, her hands holding tightly to my shoulders.

"Elijah… I'm so close!" she rocks her hips faster. Her breathing is heavier than before.

"I love you," I kiss her collarbone and her neck. "I love you endlessly."

Her hips slow, her head snapping down to me.

"You…" I ram up into her.

"Dont stop," I demand.

"Say it again."

One hand moves to the back of her head, tangling with her Auburn hair.

"I love you, Colette."

How did it take me 4 years to finally say it? Maybe she was meant to hear those words on our wedding day. Something changed then. Like everything snapped into its final state.

"We love you too."

She rocks slowly, her arm wrapping round my neck. I can't help but ponder what she meant when she said 'we' as my orgasm creeps up on me for a second time. She screams out my name and we collapse back onto the bed. My shirt clinging to my sweaty chest, my cock laying flaccid against it. Colette snuggles into my neck. Delicate kisses draw heart-shaped patterns.

"What do you mean 'we'?" I adjust myself onto my side to stare down at the magnificent woman I now call my wife. Her white satin wedding dress looks like its never been ironed. Her Ecup sized breasts barely covered as the strap on her left shoulder now sits down by her elbow.

She clears her throat. The worried look in her eye pains my heart.

"I wanted to wait till we were away. But hearing you tell me you love me for the first time." she stutters. Taking my hand, she runs it down her body and stops on her stomach.

"Ive missed two cycles. I took a test a week ago and well…"

"You're pregnant?"

She nods slowly.

"I need to have it confirmed by the doctors but the tests I took said positive. And I took 5 of the-"

I don't let her finish. I smother her in kisses and she giggles. A reliefed sigh leaves her as I slow my attack.

"I was so scared… that you wouldn't be happy."

"Colette. In one day I've gained a wife and a child. I couldn't be more ecstatic." I gently comb here hair with my fingers repeatedly. "I've learnt what love is and now I get to love two of you."

She muzzles into my hand. That serene expression makes my heart beat hard.

"Wait. The baby wouldn't have gotten hurt while we-"

"You are such a man. No, the baby will be fine. Its well protected. However," she jumps off the bed, peeling her dress from her body. She is perfection in everyway. The way she carries her self. Her wide hips and large breasts. Even the scars that carry bad memories are now an added beauty, a reminder of how strong she truly is and how far she's come.

"These hormones have me horny all the time. You might need Viagra to keep up," she teases. I glance down to find I'm already standing to attention, ready and raring to go.

"I don't think I'll be needing anything."

That night we fucked in every room of our honeymoon suite. No surface was left untouched. No position unexplored. Every whisper of love, every moan and cry of passion. Every hardship. Every fight. Everything has lead to such happiness that I never thought I'd ever feel. With her, I managed to become the man I had only ever dreamt of. She has given me everything, and now, we will give every bit of our love to this child. Our child.