Finding Forever

Epilogue

2 years later -

Weston and I are still together m, and we are going strong despite having the occasional disagreement. Anakin is 12-years-old, Luke and Leia are 7-years-old, Han is 4-years-old, and Kylo Ren is 16-months-old; he was born two weeks early.

I work from home as an editor two days a week, and the other three days, I work as Weston's P.A. Kylo attends daycare at the kids' school, and Jaycob still has the kids one week a month.

We have a new family tradition now, we have Jaycob and Joseph over to our home one night a month for dinner. This usually happens on Sunday when they bring the kids back home to us. Weston was the one who actually suggested this to me about a year ago, and we have been doing this for about a year, too.

"Hey baby, have you seen my purple hoodie?" I ask Weston as I step into our bedroom.

Yes, we live together in our new to us home that we bought together. We both sold our homes, and used that money to purchase this home. The house is three blocks from the kids' school, and has six bedrooms. We converted the basement into a game/playroom for the kids, and the home has two levels plus the basement and an attic. Four bedrooms are on the main level, and our bedroom and Kylo's are on the upper level.

"No babe, I haven't seen it, I'm sorry." Weston replies, coming out of our en-suite bathroom, freshly showered with a black towel wrapped tightly around his lean waist.

My brain short circuits into a puddle of goo at the sight before me. I can barely register Weston's light chuckle as he makes his way over to me. He gently takes a hold of my hips in his large hands to bring me flush with him the best he can because of my six month baby belly. This baby is our last baby since this is our sixth child. We are having another boy who we are naming Owen Benjamin; Owen is after Luke Skywalker's uncle, and Benjamin is after Ben Kenobi.

"Do you need a little loving while Kylo is napping, and before our babies arrive home?" he lowly asks with lust filled eyes, Sam's a husky voice.

All I can do is whimpers in response, and Weston whispers in my ear in response; "I'll take care of you, baby boy, I promise. You have to be quiet though, so you don't accidentally wake Kylo."

He nips the fluffy part of my earlobe causing me to lowly whimper as Weston pulls back slightly to quickly undress me before leading me to the bed. We have about an hour before Kylo wakes.

"Get comfy, baby boy," he requests, and as I do this, he pulls the towel off much to my delight.

Forty-five minutes later, we have finished, showered together, and as we're dressing, Kylo wakes, and Weston tells me he will get him.

Exiting the bedroom, I come across them as they exit Kylo's bedroom when I arrive at the door. Kylo squeals when he sees me, and leans toward me with a toothy, slobbery grin. Taking him from Weston with my toothy grin, and give him a kiss on the cheek earning my own kiss on the cheek from him.

A couple of hours later, my four older babies are home, and we are having dinner with them, Jaycob and Joseph. I love every moment that I am blessed to spend with my family, and I will always be grateful for finding my forever with Weston and our children.