He kisses the top of my head.
“If it didn’t tonight, we’ll try again tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that.” His voice drops, rough with promise. “I’m not stopping until you’re round and heavy and glowing with our child. Until every cradle in this cabin has a name carved into it.”
I laugh—quiet, a bit undone.
“Good.” I trace lazy circles on his arm. “I want to feel you for days. I want to still be leaking you when you hand me the next one.”
“Already planning it, sweet girl,” he says. “Maple this time. Stronger grain. More room for twins.”
I twist to look up at him. His eyes are half-lidded, soft in the dying light, but still burning with that same fierce devotion I saw the first night he carried me home.
“Twins,” I repeat, tasting the word. “You really want that?”
“I want everything you’ll give me,” he answers simply. “One. Two. Ten. Doesn’t matter. Long as they’re ours.”
My throat tightens—not with old fear, but an emotion bright and overwhelming.
“I used to think I’d never have this,” I whisper. “A husband. A home. A future. I thought the only thing I’d ever carry was scars.”
He shifts, sliding his hand up to cup my cheek.
“You carry more than scars now,” he says. “You carry my name. My tie. My child—maybe already. And every word you speak is proof you survived everything they tried to take from you.”
“I love you,” I tell him. No hesitation. No rasp. Just truth.
He kisses me—slow, deep, tender. When he pulls back his eyes are shining.
“Love you too, wife. More than the mountain. More than the moon. More than anything.”
I settle against his chest, his heartbeat steady under my ear. His hand returns to my belly. I cover it with mine. Nothing about this feels taken. Everything feels given.
The fire pops once, softly.
The wind sighs.
And in the hush that follows—chosen, peaceful, ours—I let myself believe it.
Tomorrow we’ll rise.
Tomorrow we’ll live.
Tomorrow we’ll keep making this life, one breath, one word, one child at a time.
But tonight we just stay here.
Full.
Safe.
Together.
Chapter Fifteen
Rafe
I wake with my cock buried deep in Briar’s pussy, the heat of her wrapped around me like a promise I made with my whole body last night.
Sunlight filters through the cabin window, soft and gold, but I don’t move. Not yet. She’s still asleep, curled on her side facing me, one thigh hooked over my hip so I stay seated inside her to the root. My cum from hours of breeding her is leaking slow and warm around my shaft, slicking us both, keeping her full exactly the way she begged me to keep her.
