Whiskey's Second Chance

71: Epilogue

Whiskey POV

I never thought I'd be a father. Not after everything I'd gone through. But watching Kayla grow every day, reminding me that soon enough I would be responsible for another human, scared the shit out of me. It's one thing to be responsible for my brothers and Kayla, but a child is a whole different world.

I've seen Blade change for the better since Elie came along. It came so naturally to him, but me, I don't know. Blade let me come over more often when he watched Ellie alone while the girls went out. He taught me how to change a diaper, and pee only went everywhere twice, and which cries meant what. Although, he was still learning the difference between hunger and wanting boobs. Despite his help, I was still scared shitless.

A few weeks after finding out Kayla was pregnant I asked Killer what he thought about me marrying Kayla.

"You better!" Killer said. "If you walk away from her now, I'd kick you out of the club and take her in myself." I laughed but knew he was right, and a few hours later, I asked Tiger and Ace to help me pick out the perfect ring. Tiger was ecstatic to help and already knew what Kayla would like.

The next night I took Kayla out to dinner, and after, we headed back to the clubhouse because Kayla wanted the chocolate cake I made the other night. Scoping some vanilla ice cream and cutting a large slice of cake, I sat next to her on the island.

"You know, you should really make desserts for a living. I haven't had one bad thing from you, and I don't think I ever will," she smiled, shoving a bite of cake into her mouth.

Laughing, I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her cheek. "Maybe one day, but for now, I think you and the guys will keep me busy for a while," I mused, but Kayla frowned. "Oh no, don't you dare start with me. Remember the last time you refused dessert because you thought you were gaining too much weight?" I asked.

Her face blushed, thinking about how I took her over my knee, reddened her perfect juicy ass before she could finish her pie, and I enjoyed my dessert that night too. Three times.

As Kayla finished the cake and ice cream, I asked, "What would you say if I were to ask you to marry me?"

Kayla choked on the cake, unprepared for my question, and I handed her some water. "Breathe, love. Breathe," I stated, rubbing her back. I never did have good timing.

Widened green eyes stared at me in disbelief. "I-I'm sorry...what?!" she stammered.

"What would you say if I asked you to marry me?" I repeated, trying to stay calm.

"Are you serious?" she questioned. I nodded. "Is this you asking me?" she whispered.

Moving her off my lap, I stood and pulled her with me. "No," I breathed, and Kayla's face dropped, disappointed.

Kneeling, I pulled out the ring box and opened it, and a gasp left Kayla's mouth. Tears sprang to her eyes. "This is me asking you. Kayla Reighan, whatever your last name is -"

"Foster," she laughed through her tears.

"Not for long," I said, wiggling my eyebrows, causing her to laugh even harder. "Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, will you marry me?"

"Yes," Kayla stammered, still crying.

I placed the ring on her finger. It fits snugly, but I knew after giving birth it would fit perfectly. Standing, I kissed Kayla, and she relaxed in my arms. Pulling away, I wiped the last of her tears and kissed her nose, causing her to blush. It's cute she still gets nervous.

"Wait," she said, pulling away. Did I do something wrong? Was this too fast? "I don't even know your name. This doesn't seem fair," she pouted.

Letting out a sigh of relief. "Ryan. Ryan Coleman," I stated.

"Ryan," she whispered, and it sounded perfect coming from her lips. Even with busted hearing.

"Come on, I've got one more surprise for you," I smiled, squeezing her hand. 

"One more surprise and this baby will keep me up all night!" she exclaimed.

I dragged her to the clubhouse living room, where everyone gathered for a small engagement party. Everyone stared at us anxiously, waiting to hear her answer. Kayla looked around nervously but held up her left hand, and the entire place erupted in cheers.

The engagement would be short. I didn't want to wait to call Kayla my wife and spend the rest of my life with the love of my life and our newborn baby. I closed on a small home for us a few blocks from Ace and the others last week, and tonight would be our first night there.

The party went on hours after we called it a night, but my hard cock couldn't take it any longer, and we left. Kayla asked where we were going several times, but I shook my head and said, "Soon, love."

Pulling into the driveway, Kayla looked at me wide-eyed, smiling from ear to ear. I hopped out of the truck and helped Kayla before taking her to the front door. "Welcome home," I smiled and handed her the key.

Watching her walk around the single-story family home was better than I imagined. She beamed at every detail, saying everything was perfect, but when she got to the third bedroom, she gasped. I followed her into the nursery, watching her take it all in. Tiger and Ginger helped me decorate it and fill it with everything we may need and in the colors Kayla wanted.

The walls were soft yellow and green with grass, with different land animals painted on the walls or in picture frames. She wanted an animal theme, something that would work for either gender. It was the only thing we argued about. I wanted to know the gender and know what to expect, but Kayla didn't. In the end, she won.

I would let her win every time. Whatever she wants or needs, I will give her.

Turning to me, she smiled. "It's beautiful and perfect. Thank you."

"There's a room at the end of the hall. I'll give you five minutes to explore and pick three items you want before I expect you naked and laying on your back in the middle of the bed for me," I growled in her ear. Kayla shuddered.

After five minutes, I opened the last door. It was a small playroom designed for us and what we enjoyed doing. Seeing Kayla naked, sprawled out for me, with a bump on her belly and a ring on her finger, made my cock twitch. Glancing at the table next to the bed, I saw the three items Kayla picked out and smiled.

"I think it's about time we christened the house, don't you think?" I asked. Shivers ran across her body as she looked at me with all the love in the world.

"Yes, sir," she answered, and I couldn't have been happier.

*****

"Life begins at the end of your comfort zone."

- Neale Walsch