The road to love (editing!!)

Chapter 32 - Epilogue

I lay watching the early sunrise’s rays dance on the ceiling in our bedroom as I lay with one of Dean’s masculine arms carelessly thrown over my middle as he slept next to me.  It was peaceful moments like these that meant the most to me.  Moments where I woke up way too early to actually start getting ready for work and I could lay in the warmth of my beautiful husband’s arms, secure in his love, reflecting on the wondrous road our lives had taken.

I smiled to myself as I lay there thinking.  So much has changed for us in the last three years since Dean’s grand gesture proposal to me on the side of that busy highway.  Our beautiful wedding at the same wine farm where Bianca had had their charity event, was held only two months later, as Dean didn’t want to wait any longer.  Usually it’s the bride who’s eager, but my stubborn husband pulled so many strings to get everything I’d wanted for my perfect day, that I simply could not deny him.  Not that I wasn’t eager to marry him too, mind you, but it seems money does talk.

Dean’s father decided that it was time for him to step down from running Parker and Sons a few months later, saying he wanted to travel the world while he was still able to – and before he would come home again to spoil the grandchildren he longed for.  This meant that Dean had to take over the running of the company with Joe as his second in command.   Dean’s move to that of CEO of course left a void in their marketing department… causing my new husband to find very imaginative and extremely fun but exhausting ways to talk me into taking up his old job.  Let’s just say that he made his ‘position’ on the matter, be it on top or bottom, very ‘hard’ for me to ignore. 

Leaving Mojo Marketing was a difficult decision for me to make, especially since my move to Parker and Sons would mean that Dean and I would be working together every day and I was worried that seeing too much of each other would ruin our relationship and leave nothing for us to talk about at home.  My mother also just had to add her two cents’ worth and remind me that, just like for her and my dad, the ‘perks’ of working in the same building with your husband, such as romantic lunches or a quickie in his office after some careful diary planning, did wonders for a marriage.  Suddenly the thought of getting caught by someone while straddling my husband on his office chair kind of helped me to make up my mind on the matter.  We were in our honeymoon phase and constantly horny… sue me for being young and in love.  

To my relief, it turned out that our offices would be on separate floors and we would hardly even see each other during the day due to the different natures of our work, leaving our evenings open for lengthy discussions over a glass of wine on the couch of our new home. 

Our lives were rich with love, family and friends and working for a company we (now) both loved and built with pride.  The legacy left to us by Mr Parker Snr was a large one, but Dean and Joe had stood shoulder to shoulder for the past few years and taken the company to new heights.  Their strengths complimented each other, but Joe respected Dean’s leadership at all times.  Of course both men had had a lot of laughs trying to teach me the building industry lingo and uses for various machinery, materials and tools and I am proud to say that I am now quite able to handle myself in a room full of builders, thank you.  I can even lay a brick or two if I had to.

Joe was currently overseas to finalize the details of a new project we were involved in, but I was rather worried about him at the moment.  He had had a short-lived, but fiery relationship with a girl la few months ago that left him heartbroken and a bit drawn back from society.  Not having Joe be his usual outgoing, jovial self has been something to get used to and I have asked Dean about it more than once.  Each time he would assure me that Joe was heart sore, but that there was nothing I could do about it and that Joe would sort himself out on his own time. 

The brothers were closer than ever and I knew Joe had spoken to Dean about the girl, but my husband must have been sworn to secrecy as no amount of begging, pleading or efforts of seduction (to my husband, not Joe) on my side had made either man budge on telling me anything.  I had to actually admire Dean’s resolve, sticking to his promise to his brother with me in a see-through negligee, giving it my all.

I felt my anger rise as my thoughts drifted back to Joe while I picked on a loose thread on our bedspread.  If I ever catch that girl who broke my brother in law’s heart and stole his smile from us, she will be sorry.  I’m a red-head, after all!

I felt my husband stir next to me as he started to wake up, almost as if he sensed in his sleep that I was awake and thinking of him.  Sleepily, Dean pulled me closer to him while he rubbed my swelling, 6 month pregnant belly lovingly, as he did every morning since we found out I was pregnant with our first.  It was such a small thing to do, but it meant so much to me.  He was claiming his child through this gesture and I just knew he would be a great dad.

Urgh”, I exclaimed, cringing a bit at the sharp pain suddenly stinging through my stomach as the baby kicked.

“You ok, babe?” his voice sounded in my ear as Dean moved to cushion my back and put his hand to where I had felt the kick only seconds before, almost as if he was waiting for another one so he could try to make it hurt less. 

“Yes, it’s just a kick,” I smiled at him over my shoulder.  “Our son is just letting us know that he’s awake.  I think he felt you rubbing over him and wanted to say hi.”

“Well, our daughter seems to be an early riser like her father,” he smiled at me again, rubbing slow circles on my stomach.  This was a constant teasing between us, me hoping for a son en him hoping for a daughter, yet we were in no rush to find out the baby’s sex.  It would be loved either way and the nursery was being painted a neutral yellow in the meantime.

I turned around and leaned in to capture his lips with my own, never tiring of the heat surging to my nether region any time we kissed.  Dean responded in kind, dragging me closer and enveloping me in his strong arms.  Making out was still our favorite thing to do.

“We have a few minutes more than usual, you know,” Dean whispered as he softly kissed the side of my mouth while his hands trailed a lazy trail down my sides.  “How about I remind you exactly how our little one was made?”

I giggled and dragged him closer as he started pulling down the straps of my silk nightgown to expose my fuller than normal breasts.  He groaned his pleasure as he slid his thumb over a nipple, sending vibrations of need through me as my breasts were more sensitive than normal thanks to the pregnancy.  “I will never get tired of these beauties looking like this.  I might just keep you constantly knocked up so I can enjoy them whenever I want.”

I felt the words of protest to my constantly looking like a whale die on my lips as he captured them with his own again.  Sighing against his skillful administrations, we made love as the sun rose, coming together in a climax heightened for me by my pregnancy hormones.

As the last of the tremors died, our alarm went off and I reached over with a lazy arm to switch it off.  “Guess it’s time to get up now,” I smiled at my man next to me, who was still rubbing up and down my arm, lovingly.  “Do you want to shower first?”

“How about,” Dean kissed my shoulder, “we shower together?  It conserves water, you know, while giving us more time in the shower… together.”  He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I laughed out loud at his silliness.

“Dean, no!  We need to get ready for work.  Go shower!”

He grinned and got out of bed slowly, making a show of his body as he walked to our on-suite bathroom.  “Don’t lie, babe, you know you want this again,” he said, gesturing to himself in all his naked glory.  “It’s why you married me, after all,” he sing-songed, disappearing into the bathroom.

I giggled at his comment and shouted back, making sure he heard me.  “What? Your hot body?  Oh honey, you got it all wrong…  I married you for your car!”

THE END