How could I deny him anything? “Never, I promise. I’m here to take care of you and Gracie. I need you both. The two of you are my life, Dearly.”
I stroked his hard cock as he rode me, and when I couldn’t hold back any longer, I kissed his soft lips. “I’m gonna disappoint you, but I can’t stop.”
Keir stopped moving. “You will never, ever disappoint me. You have given me more than I ever believed I deserved. You’re my forever.”
I exploded inside him as his cum cascaded down my fist and covered us both. It was amazing. Our love making confirmed we were meant to be together forever.
Chapter Nineteen
Keir
Three years later…
“No, Papa. My baby.My baby!”
Our little princess was turning into a shrieking shrew. As much as I wanted to chastise her for her outburst, I had a hard time holding my smile because she’d been obsessed with her little brother since he’d arrived at the end of June.
The shouting was easily heard from outside 313 Misty Lane. Our home. The beautiful home Dash and I were making for our daughter, Grace Josephine, and our new son, David Clegg Dearly.
He was a beautiful blond-haired boy with his father’s gorgeous face and laid-back attitude. His big sister believed he was her baby, and we couldn’t change her mind.
When I opened the front door of our home, I heard Grace shouting at Dash, “He wants to play with me!” I immediately knew what kind of day my husband must have endured.
I dropped my messenger bag on the bench by the front door and took off my suit coat, preparing to give my husband a break. It had been an awful day for me, having hosted a funeral for two small children killed in a car accident. Now that I was home, I needed to put it behind me because I had two beautiful children who deserved my undivided attention and a husband who had been through the wringer.
When I entered the living room, I saw Grace trying to wedge herself between Dash and Davy’s bassinet. She was quite insistent, and Dash was doing his best to gently push her away.
“You don’t want to hurt him, do you? Davy will be your best buddy when he’s bigger, Gracie. He’s little now and needs to sleep so he can grow.”
My mind went back to when we donated my sperm to fertilize the eggs Amelie had gifted to us. Dash suggested we not use his sperm because, at the time, he was a half demon, and he was worried our child might pick up those traits more than mine.
When we decided to have another baby, we decided Dash would do the fertilizing this time, and we’d look for a different surrogate because we’d already imposed on Lake to carry Grace, which had nearly cost her life.
The day Lake found me in the mortuary, she showed me how selfless she really was.
“Keir, can I speak to you?”
I glanced up from the stainless table where I’d been working on embalming my guests at the new Dearly Funeral Home, the business we’d purchased from Darren Meyer when hewas finally ready to retire. My employees had followed me to the white stucco building outside of Sacramento, and I was grateful to have them there.
I was also grateful not to have conversations with the dead any longer. I had so many memories of those days before the Human Realm War, but I was thankful the burden had been lifted from me.
I still had the desire to make certain my guests were given the most honorable sendoff I could offer, but I no longer had to immerse myself in their business or help solve their problems so they could go to the light.
I turned to see Lake standing at the doorway of the embalming suite with a tense smile on her beautiful face. The setup at Dearly Funeral Home was different than it had been at Dearly & Son, but I didn’t hate the change.
It was invigorating and had refreshed my desire to support the families in their losses. Caring for the dead would forever remind me of what Dash and I had been through to get where we were today.
“Sure, Lake. I still have work to do on Mr. Crandall before he’s ready for you, but we can talk while I finish.”
I was embalming the sixty-five-year-old man who’d been hit by a car while riding his bike down Main Street in Reardon. Lake wouldn’t need to prepare him for his viewing until morning.
“Are you guys gearing up to have another baby?”
We’d approached Amelie about donating the other two fertilized eggs from Grace’s conception to a fertility bank for someone who wanted to have a child but lacked the resources we’d been blessed with. Amelie had been more than happy to give her consent.
After we’d finished the paperwork, she’d been kind enough to offer to donate more eggs for Dash to fertilize for our second child. We were both speechless.
While Dash remembered none of what had happened when we were trying for Grace, he did remember Lake had carried and given birth to our girl. Most of the pregnancy was a blur to him because Jo had Lake in hiding during that time, but he remembered the story I’d told him about Lake going into labor when the funeral home caught fire, and he was grateful they’d made it out alive.
