Crash Landing [✓]

epilogue

EPILOGUE | MILO'S POV

My wife, Adeline Cooper looked like she was having a really hard time. And I for one didn't blame her.

She was after all, squeezing a damn human out of a tiny hole, which to my utmost surprise seemed to stretch so darn wide right this second that I could feel my eyeballs rolling around in my eye socket, loosely.

I felt faint, but I held her hand anyways, and contemplated even ripping off the oxygen mask from her, to help myself breathe.

It had been nearly two years since Adeline and I had gotten married, and though we always made an effort to have protected sex, one occasion of too much excitement led to this.

I remembered that night like it was yesterday, that's how good it had been. I remembered because she came unravelled many times and was lost for words.

She had worn stockings and black lace, and she had me completely under her spell as she rolled her hips for me and rode me like she had so much experience in doing so.

We had been spending some time at the Amalfi Coast, prior to which we'd been exploring Monte Carlo and so many other places. The love-making had been especially passionate with the scenic views around us and splendid weather, both day and night.

I knew Adeline was in awe wherever we want. She couldn't get enough of the food and culture, the boat rides and candlelit dinners by the French Riviera.

I had wanted to show Adeline Cooper, my wife — the entire world. I treated her at every opportunity I could, buying her all the designer bags she wanted, and what I loved about her was that she didn't shy away from the riches, or pretend that she didn't need it.

She appreciated what we both had, and showed me that gratitude always. Even if she was a handful at times and she kept crazy company — I loved that she accepted everyone — including me.

"Keep pushin' momma," Our private, midwife instructed, "We're nearly there."

"You can do this," I whispered, caressing Adeline's reddened face.

Our cat Banoffee was on his heels, watching the whole thing unravel too. I could have sworn his whiskers raised to his feline eyebrows. 

We had got him not too long ago, he was no Toffee. But he held a special place in our hearts nonetheless.

Adeline gasped, sucked deep breaths and squeezed my hand harder, as I slowly stroked her glossy, hair.

"Milo," I heard her say. "Fucking get away from me, you posh little wanker."

"But, you said to hold your hand." I muttered, simply holding her tighter.

"That was before, before I smelt the damn cologne on you." She yelled out, causing her oxygen mask to slip away.