Epilogue (1/2)
Epilogue [Yes, it's really the end]
Chase's Pov
The journey we've been through had been the best experience of our lives. When I had to go back to work it almost killed me; I didn't know how Riley did it. Brylee came back to work after a few months but it was never like it had been before.
Sure we had a wonderful nanny who loved kids. As they started growing closer to a year old you could tell they liked her too. Knowing there was a great person with them didn't change that we missed them. Brylee started sinking into postpartum when she had to go back to work.
There were a lot of challenges we had to face being new parents but our friends and family assured us that we were doing just fine.
On their first birthday we invited everyone over. The twins were waddling around and Brylee and I couldn't have been more proud. Those two were going to be just like Brylee and Riley. When one was upset, the other helped to soothe their twin. When Maria started walking first she always wanted to be around to help and encourage Markus to take those steps.
That little girl was going to be fearless just like her mother and her grandmother. There was so much that little Maria was already showing that reminded me of her grandmother; it helped that Brylee took after her mother too.
The other nightmare we were going to face was the three M's: Michael, Miguel and Markus. There was a little gap between them but all the boys stuck together where Maria gravitated towards Bethany who was just starting to learn to walk too, Beth loved to walk around with help but hadn't quite gotten it on her own.
Those two were going to be more trouble than their mothers; I guarantee it.
Everything has changed in a year since we had them and not only did they learn something new every day, but we learned it too. Sometimes it was something about ourselves. Other times it seemed like we were learning every single thing a child could fall on or run into.
The first time Maria walked right into the coffee table I thought she was going to suddenly fall down and die or something. We were still learning how to be good parents without constantly hovering and babying them; which was hard since they were our babies still.
No one will fully be able to understand the amount of times I've heard the words 'kids fall down'. Were you a bad parent for letting them cry? But you were a bad parent for not just picking them up. You didn't care if you let them cry when they fell down until they realize that 'oh, maybe I'm not hurt'. But you weren't teaching them to handle things on their own or that it was okay to fall if you let them cry.
We could never win.
My mother told me that she let me cry all I damn well wanted when she knew I was fine. She also said that if someone picked me up and cuddled me when I fell then I would cry louder and think I was seriously hurt. She said that when I was three I would run around, despite being told not to, and that I ran and smacked my head on the table and she just looked at me.
She asked if it hurt and when I nodded with tears in my eyes she asked if I would do it again. I had shook my head and ran right back into that table ten minutes later because I was, once again, running in the house.
Situation by situation and day by day we were adapting our parenting style and our kids were healthy and fine; no broken bones and the bumps from falling never lasted long. You would think that in a large crowd the kids would keep close. Maria and Markus were walking around carefully and slowly as well as asking people to pick them up. They were incredibly social.
Before cake we put then both down for a nap and some other parents took the opportunity to do the same. In a year a lot has changed. Monica was pregnant now and she had made a hard decision; she wasn't going back to work. She wanted to have two more in a few years and they would be finished ptobably by the time Miguel was going to school.
Brylee, Rochelle, Scott and I were all done for now; Monica and Riley would probably have six kids before either of us had another one; If Rochelle and Scott ever did.
When we woke the kids up we made sure to pull Maria and Markus out of their clothes and leave them in diapers for the cake; it was a good call. They destroyed their cake and Maria threw cake at her brother,
”She's going to be just like you.” Brylee took pictured and I had my arms around her.
”Probably.” A year with kids and we learned a lot privately too. A lot of people said the sex died out because you were exhausted or you just weren't in the mood, Brylee and I weren't as active as we were before but we were far from inactive.
More days than not her body produced more than the twins consumed, especially since we started introducing other foods. When her breasts got tender I made sure to take care of those needs too. There was never a time with her where I got turned off by her body or when she accidentally got milk everywhere.
Though I have to say I was happy we had a nanny; having Christie made it so we could work and at least a few times a week we took advantage of that hour break; lunch wasn't all I ate at my desk. I also treated myself, and her.
The only big difference was now we had a lock on our closet and the chest the adult toys were kept in. After the twins went to bed I still tied her to the bed and we started using a gag to keep her quiet. Sometimes the kids would wake up and I would go take care of them and get them to sleep and leave her horny and waiting.
Fuck, some nights I was the one left handcuffed to the bed. Brylee certainly got them to sleep faster but she had an advantage. She could nurse them for a couple minutes and they were out again. Since our anniversary we've ept in contact with Corey and Spencer. They added someone into their relationship and they had also became friends.
We were planning to spend a couple days with them for our anniversary this year. They were formally into the BDSM lifestyle and Brylee was excited to learn some things from them and Corey had taught me some other ways to punish Brylee. Some pleasurable to her, some to teach her to be good. We had started getting more involved in the bedroom only and started experimenting with switching things up.
I loved being in control of her and it was hard at first, but now I could fall back and let her be the dominant one for the night. In the past for years Brylee has taught me so much about myself. When we had sex that first night, I tried to stop. At the time I knew we were both drunk and that it would be a mistake but I couldn't have been more wrong.
If I had just put her in a cab that day and took my own then I this life I had now wouldn't be a reality. If that night hadn't have happened I would still be longing for her. Who knows though, I could have attended her wedding but this time as a guest. That night set so much into motions and thinking back to then, we've come so far.
Riley was holding Maria who was covered in cake and blowing on his niece's stomach to make her giggle. My best friend was now my brother officially and he was happy about it. He gave her away and gave up photos with the parents we all had shared growing up.
Brylee gave me the best four years of my life and the best children I could have asked for. When we were in high school I would dream of being a man and asking her out, lust after what our prom night would have been like. Over time and especially after mom and dad died I thought that this is the time, I should step up and be that man for her. But then I would think about how inappropriate it was.
For years I thought of all the possibilities and out of all of them, this was better than I dreamed it would be. First I had her body and go to love that, to worship every minute I got to be inside her. Every scream she made, the sound of my name and looking into those same eyes I've been glancing into since I was five. Every second I spent in bed with her, every time she went down on me, every touch we shared; that was heaven to me. Now I could make her beg and scream that I was the god that brought her there.
So when people told me that our sex live would suffer, that it would probably only be a monthly thing; I didn't believe them. I still had ten years of lust and sexual fantasies to get out. Not to mention the new ones that we made together. I knew sex with her and making love to her would be incredible but incredible couldn't begin to describe my time with her.
Never once did I think she would leave me handcuffed to the bed while she fed out children. There wasn't a fantasy that included taking her to a sex club and watching a woman pleasure her breasts, a man feed her a shot so she could have her lips on another womans'.
When I thought of Brylee I was possessive. In high school it was hard for me to keep my cool when a boy would walk her to class and kiss her. Seeing her dating was pure hell; yet watching her that night with Corey and seeing the jealousy and arousal I her eyes when I kissed Spencer; I've fantasized about how that night will go in three short months.
Every night I sleep beside her and wake up with her on top of me is the best day of my life. Our old routine of watching her get dressed and tease me with sexy lingerie and heading out to work together has adapted into my new favorite one.
She still teased me with knowing what was under those work clothes, but now I made breakfast while she still nursed a little. She had been starting to pull back a little bit. Now the kids got solid food and were nursed for breakfast and she still nursed at night when they were going to bed. It helped them sleep and neither of the three were ready to stop quite yet.
This meant that when she was getting uncomfortable during the day, well that was a huge plus of having locking doors and her wearing skimpy lingerie under skirts.
”Mama.” When both kids said mom first it was a little bit of a blow; I was hoping at least one of them would say dad first.
Brylee grabbed Markus who was calling for her and I picked up my little princess. In the last year Markus has gravitated and clung more to her and Maria was a daddy's girl already. Maria was also showing the most indepence of the two at this stage of their life.
”Dada.” My heart still raced when I heard that word.
”Maria.” I poked her nose and smiled while she giggled. How could we be so lucky to have two perfect kids? They were sweet, slept well and didn't throw fits often. They were stubborn but always happy and very social. They got upset when we left still but they were good kids.
Maria always laughed and was the one who brought her brother out of his shell. Markus was like his mom; not a morning person. Her light brown eyes peered into mine as I held her. Some days it was a rush of changing diapers and dressing them before switching kids and having Brylee do Maria's hair.
Some days, like today I never wanted to put her down. After I got her changed for the day I didn't hand her back to Brylee to do her hair; I just held her. Working was hard, spending time away from them was painful and I knew I wasn't alone. Every day I went to work I felt like I was missing something important.