Past Sins

Epilogue

Four Years Later.
"Mummy don't forget my cheezit" Jorah yelled out from the swimming pool playing with Lily-Ann and the the little ones with Ryan sitting at the edge of the pool watching over them.

"Alright baby." I turned back to reply him before finally heading indoors for some more towels and apparently some cheezit.

Lily-Ann Philip-Daniels had been born six months before the triplets. She was the sweetest little girl ever and also happened to be my goddaughter. She had been born via a surrogate and both Kyle and Ryan had done a great job raising her so far but I knew how difficult it was going to be for them when she hits adolescence.

It had become a tradition of ours to have a little family get together every three months. I wanted to enjoy all those I loved as much as I could because you never know when they would leave. My heart clenched within me as I recalled all the worst moments we had all been through the first year. I had come close to the verge of losing my Nana and my babies, my adorable babies.

It had indeed been difficult times, the radiation hadn't worked and my grandmother had to undergo two more surgeries and then chemotherapy. She had lost weight and her hair, was always vomiting and couldn't keep any food in her stomach during those awful months. But she had fought through it all and survived, she won over cancer and was still here with us. And then one of my babies had almost died.

I had gotten pregnant again four months after our honeymoon. Their birth hadn't gone smoothly and I had to undergo a c-section, my little Remy had been born with weak and under developed lungs and couldn't breathe on his own. The Doctors had told me there was no hope for him and to prepare myself for the worst but like my Nana, he had survived too. It was a huge miracle that I had all my three boys and my Nana with me today.

Yes, three boys, who were sweet little devils sometimes, they were a handful and thankfully I had my two super grannies to help me out considering the fact that my Nana and Amelia lived with us. Jorah had been exited to be a big brother but had been over the moon when he got to know there were three instead of one little brother(s). And Alex had been beside himself with happiness and pride, he had bought this ridiculous shirt that had "Real men make triplets" written boldly on it which he had proudly worn the day I went into labor.

"Mmmmm, I knew I would find you here."

Strong toned arms wrapped around my three months baby bump as I looked for where the towels were, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. It's been five years and the passion and want I had for my husband still hadn't faded, it had just grew stronger over the years.

"Alex!!, what are you doing here and who is in charge of the grill." I asked as he nibbled on my earlobe igniting a fire below my core.

"Kyle." He uttered as he pulled me back closer into him making me feel his erection.

"Alex, someone could barge in on us" I whispered forgetting why I was in here the first place.

"No, I locked the door." Alex muttered out with his fingers tweaking my already hardened nipples through the white tunic I wore over my swimsuit.

"We can't do it here, we are in a linen closet." Well the closet was more like a mini room full of linens, sheets, towels and what not. I tried to reason with him but my own reasoning was in shambles.

He turned me around, pining me against the wall before capturing my lips in a demanding kiss. My hand found it way to his trunks to feel his erection and stroke him through his trunks which earned me an animalistic groan. No words were needed between us as we both knew just what we wanted.