Epilogue
Three years later…
Sloan was gonna come. Again.
When Monica had said she and Joe wanted to take Addison and Avery for the weekend, Sloan completely rearranged her mental plan for the weekend. Priority number one, leave the seminar on heart disease, break the sound barrier getting home and snuggle her sweet baby boy. Rowan was almost four months old, but that didn’t stop Sloan from wanting to spend every minute getting high off that soft, new baby smell.
Priority number two, get her man between those sheets.
The last three years had gone by in a beautiful blur, especially after Drew realized his outburst had been caught on tape. The phone calls stopped and he finally agreed to Sloan’s new custody terms. Addison and Avery would only see him if they wanted to. For a few months, they were completely on board with never seeing Drew again. Between them, they decided their grandmother Susan was more than welcome to come to L.A. and visit whenever she liked, but checking in with Drew via FaceTime once a month was all the contact they wanted with their father. That suited Sloan just fine.
With Drew mostly out of her hair, she finally felt like she could focus on her relationship with Rafe without worrying about Drew trying to ruin things. Without his intrusions, things between them moved pretty fast. It was a little awkward at first, explaining to people the particulars of their relationship, but after two weeks, the girls sorted out the dilemma for them. Rafe was their mom’s boyfriend. The nanny bit was just a formality. Six months later, Rafe quit. The next morning, he proposed. Everything about it was perfect, including Addison and Avery’s reaction to finding out that Rafe was finally going to be their dad. Their stay-at-home dad.
And not that he needed to, but Sloan appreciated that Rafe talked to her whole family about his intentions. Told them how much he cared for her and her girls, and how ready he was to move on with their life together. Sloan couldn’t have been happier with the way her parents and her siblings welcomed him into their family. Rafe and her dad got along great. They texted each other all the time and she’d have to hand over the phone at least once a week so they could talk about sports and her dad’s sudden interest in Harleys.
She was just as happy with how Hope and Gracie were over the moon to call her their sister-in-law and how quickly Monica and Joe snapped into ideal grandparent mode. Joe and her dad had also become fast friends. It was kinda cute. More than anything though, Sloan loved to see just how happy Addison and Avery were. She finally felt like she’d assembled the right kind of village for them. New family, more friends. Everything felt right.
Monica had a full weekend at Disneyland planned for the girls and while Sloan would be eager to see them come Sunday night, for now, she enjoying her quiet house. Well, quiet beyond the sounds of pure pleasure that she couldn’t hold back.
“Babe,” she moaned, driving her head back into the pillow. Her eyes squeezed shut when she felt his lips travel up the column of her neck, his cock pumping in and out of her. They had all weekend and she’d meant for them to take it slow, but one brush of her hand against his denim-covered cock had flipped his switched. She was still half dressed when he pushed inside her wet, aching pussy. He’d been eager to get her alone too. They’d take it slow the next round.
“Come,” he groaned in her ear.
“Oh, babe. Please.” Her hands trailed over his back, careful not to touch his most recent piece, three stars low on his left shoulder—one for Addison, one for Avery and one for baby Rowan. He’d add to it if and when they decided to add to their family.
Rafe’s hand traveled down her thigh and hitched her knee up to her shoulder. That was all it took, the perfect angle for his perfect cock to stroke her in just the right way. Sloan came apart, her own desperate whimpers the only sound that she could hear. Rafe started moving faster, pumping into her throbbing pussy harder and harder, driving her body up the bed until she had to reach up and stop her head from hitting the headboard.
More tremors rolled through her. The intense pleasure started to subside. She wanted more. Sloan’s hand went to the back of Rafe’s neck and she pulled him down, sealing her lips to his as she started to ride him harder from underneath. He broke from their kiss, pressing his forehead to hers.
“Fuck, baby.” She felt it then, his cock kicking and twitching insider her, filling her up with his cum. Another orgasm rolled through her.
He moved off of her and collapsed in the sheets. Sloan’s eyes slowly opened when his hand slid over the map of stretch marks on her stomach. She rolled into him, pressing rough kisses to his shoulder.
“We’re gonna fuck around and have another baby,” he groaned.
“Oh, and I’m sure you’ll hate that.” Rafe wanted to act like he didn’t text literally everyone they knewI HAVE A SONminutes after Rowan was cleaned and given the skin-to-skin contact that Sloan had insisted upon. Rafe doted on Addison and Avery, but the man was a pure fool over his baby boy.
He lifted his head and shot Sloan a weak attempt at a disgusted look. “Dr. Copeland, I can’t help it if fatherhood looks good on me.”
Sloan laughed, then made a fart noise with her tongue. “Right. Can I tell you what I’m thinking right now?”
“You don’t know what you would do without my supreme lovemaking skills?”
“No, you ass. Though the dick is quality and I do appreciate it.”
Rafe leaned up and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks, baby.”
“I wish we had a mini fridge up here so I could go ham on that leftover mac and cheese without getting out of bed.”
Before Rafe could weigh in on light appliances in the bedroom, a cry came over the baby monitor. Sloan grabbed the tablet off her nightstand and sure enough, Rowan was fussing in his crib. There was a split second where she thought he would settle down on his own, but he was just getting started. He cranked out a louder, more pitiful cry.
“Fuck yeah. My buddy’s up.” Rafe hopped off the bed and pulled on his boxers.
“Change him or bring him to me. I don’t want no fuckery in this dancery,” Sloan teased.
“Ohhh,” Rafe winced as he backed out of the room. “Sorry. He slept through a whole Brownie meeting like a champ yesterday. I told him he could stay up tonight and watch the game.”
Sloan rolled her eyes and then edged off the bed as her husband walked down the hall toward the nursery. She stepped into the bathroom to bring herself all the way back down to Earth after three mind-blowing orgasms. She used the restroom and cleaned up, then changed into her pajamas just as Rafe came strolling into their bedroom, Rowan in his arms.
