Someone Like Hugh -Draft Complete And EDITING-

Epilogue

Amelia's POV:

-*- Five Years Later -*-

I smiled at myself in the mirror as I glanced at my reflection. I was wearing nothing but a bra and underwear as I stared at my stomach, running my hands over it.

'There's a baby growing in there,' I thought to myself. Hugh was coming home today after being away for a week. We had an appointment for tomorrow to go get our first ultrasound.

Four years ago we had gotten married and started our charity "Amelia's Haven" an organization designed to help shelter and relocate abuse victims. It was a very rewarding line of work and we loved it.

My brothers still lived with my stepfather now that my mother was living in a place better equipped to handle her needs. Everything was falling into place. We even became the godparents of Joanna's first child and she was now like a sister to me too.

I heard the door downstairs open and close. "I'm home early!" Hugh called out.

"I'm up here!" I called out, quickly trying to find a shirt. I grabbed a tshirt from the basket of laundry I had been folding but before I could slide it on, he snaked his arms around my waist. He placed a gentile kiss on my neck.

"Good morning my love," he smiled.

"Good morning," I hummed in response.

"I love it when you smile. I wish we could stay in this moment forever," Hugh smiled. He playfully snarled and attacked my neck and shoulder with kisses as he tickled me.

"Stop it!" I called out playfully, trying to escape his hold.

"You can never escape from me, love," he spoke spinning me around in his arms and kissing me.

"I have to tell you something," I spoke nervously.

"What is it love?" He asked staring into my eyes.

"I went to the doctor yesterday, and I found out something. I know we've talked about this, but I wasn't sure how to tell you," I mumbled nervously.

"Oh my God, it's back, isn't it?" Hugh asked worriedly pulling me harder against him. I was nearly suffocating in his chest. "The liver disease?"

"No, honey," I spoke, attempting to pull back from him.

"Thank God," he called out pulling me closer once more.

"Calm down, my love. I'm not dying, quite the opposite actually. We are bringing a new life into the world," I smiled.

He stared down at me blankly, as if trying to find meaning in my words. "W-what?"

"We're having a baby," I beamed at him. 

His lips crashed into mine. He ran his hands up and down the bare skin of my sides. He rested his palms beneath my rear and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him closer. He carried us to the bed and set me down gently before clasping my bra. He kissed from my neck down to my chest and pulled a soft nipple into his mouth.

His hands worked downward, pulling my underwear from my hips. He pulled back for a moment to pull his shirt off, before returning to kiss my chest. "You are so fucking perfect," he growled, sliding his fingers between my folds and running them along the wet opening.

"Please," I moaned softly.

"Please what, Baby?" he asked in a raspy voice.

"I need you in me now," I begged, reaching downward for his belt. He smiled and guided my hand to unbuckle it. He then pulled it off and unbuttoned his pants. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of both his boxers and his pants and yanked them downward.

They stopped around his thighs, his large member springing free and slapping against my wet opening. I moaned softly at the contact, my eyes never leaving his. His eyes grew dark and hungry with passion. "Fuck baby, I'm trying so hard to be gentle," he called out I  frustration.

I leaned up and gripped his forearms arms. "Don't," I spoke. He placed his hand at the back of my head and pulled me up so I was sitting up a bit. He bunched the blankets up behind my lower back so I could lean against them with his free hand.

Without warning, his lips crashed into mine. He devoured me as if he was a starving man, and I was the only food he'd seen in months. He pulled back, leaving me panting and disoriented. He gently held my chin and turned my head to face him.

He tilted my head upward to force me to keep eye contact with him. In one swift movement, he slid his entire length into me. I cried out, arching my back in pleasure. His lips crashed into mine, swallowing my moans as he thrust in and out of me.

"You are so fucking gorgeous, my love. I still can't believe that you, all of you is mine and I was always yours," he growled posessively, making my body tingle. I moaned softly as he thrust harder. "I love making your body shiver and shake as your tight wet body comes undone for me." I moaned louder as he thrust harder.

"Hugh," I cried out, digging my nails into his back and dragging them downward.

"I need you to come for me, love," he demanded. My body reacted on it's own, the pleasure starting rise on me, answering his command. His free hand, the one not supporting my neck, slid down between us and he began to massage the little bundle of nerves.

"I'm going to," I panted, moaning louder. He thrust faster, and harder, covering my mouth with his, swallowing my moans as I cried out a final time.

My body shook around his, clamping down on him, squeezing him. I whispered as he continued to thrust, my sensitive core shooting waves through me as I rode out my release.

He yelled out against my lips as he poured into me. His essence shooting waves of pleasure into me as it filled me. He gently laid me back against the bed.

"How do you feel?" He panted as I tried to catch my breath. "I'm sorry, I was trying so hard to hold back, to be gentle. It just didn't quite work out," he added worriedly.

"Don't ever be sorry for that," I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. He lifted his two fingers, still slick with my juices and made eye contact. He slipped them into his mouth and licked them clean.

"Mmmm I should have tasted you first," he teased.

"If you're going for round two, you don't have to tease, I'm in," I laughed.

"We're going to be parents," he smiled, peppering kisses all over my stomach. "I know you can't hear me yet, but your mommy and I love you very much. We can't wait for you to get here," he added, resting his hand on my stomach.

I ran my fingers through his hair, smiling as he spoke to the baby that hadn't even developed ears yet.

"And YOU, momma bear, I hope you're ready because now I'm picturing you full of our growing child. It's making me awfully protective, prideful, and turned on. You and your body are growing our family in there and I'm going to take every chance I can to love and appreciate every single inch of you," he smiled teasingly.

He crawled down the bed and hopped to his feet. He smiled mischievously before dipping down and running his tongue teasingly along my clit. I cried out in suprise. He used his fingertips to push his cum back into me, making me moan.

"Mmmm you know how sensitive I am after," I scolded.

"I do, and it's taking everything in me not to bury my cock in you and fall asleep with you in my arms. But first, we need a bath," He smiled.

"I'm already pregnant! What harm would it do to just lay here?" I pouted.

"Nice try," he disappeared into the bathroom as I began to drift off to sleep.
Shortly after, I felt him lift me in his arms and carry me into the bathroom. He slowly lowered us into the water, positioning me on his lap.

I moaned softly in satisfaction and curled against his chest. "I love you," he spoke, rubbing small circles on my back. "I love you more."