Epilogue…
Ten Years Later…
Jeremy Danielson…
Landing at the airport in Rome has begun to feel more like coming home than I had ever envisioned ten years ago. Every year, for our anniversary Dakota and I fly out to Rome and then travel to the little village where I found my girl ten years ago. Jason and Charleigh always come with us, and we make it a family holiday.
Antonio is now ten years old, with Jasmine following behind at 8 years old.
Life has been good to me. To us.
When Dakota and I got married, we made our own vows - along with the traditional love, honour, and respect. We also agreed that we would never keep secrets from one another again and that we would always communicate any issues that arose. We both vowed that we would never let anything get between us ever again. It was hands down the best day of my life. Along with the birth of our two kids.
Once we got back to the states - Dakota decided that she wanted to go back to school and get a degree in psychology with the intention to help other abused kids, and people who care for the mentally unstable. I was so damn fucking proud of her. And I supported her in everything that she wanted to do. Just as she supported me when I decided that I was going to hand over the day-to-day responsibilities of running my company to Gavin who had done such an amazing job when I had been searching for my girl.
I just wanted to be a more hands-on dad - I wanted to be present in their lives and help mould them into the people they were going to become and with Dakota studying so hard, it felt more important than ever.
Now that my wife had her degree and her own little office, she had asked Charleigh to go and work as the office manager at her side, to which her friend instantly agreed, citing that while she loved her now husband, she needed space from him sometimes. Jason had sulked for about a week but inevitably he realised the perks of having his wife away from him for 8 hours a day. Which were now evident with Charleigh being four months pregnant.
Antonio and Jasmine were rushing ahead to the luggage carousel. "Don't go too far ahead!" Dakota called after them.
"Yeah, yeah, ma!" Antonio called back - he had recently delved into his Scottish roots and had decided that mom wasn't good enough and began calling Dakota ma'. Much to my wife's chagrin.
"I really wish he wouldn't call me that, I feel old-" she grumped at my side, which of course made me chuckle.
To say she was old was not even close to the truth, sure by age she has grown older, but she just became more and more stunning as the years flew by. Growing into her curves until she now has the body of a fucking Goddess. I could spend hours, maybe even days lost in her body, given half the chance. Having two kids running around meant that alone time was sparse to say the least.
It was the reason that we lived for these vacations - Jason and Charleigh would keep the kids at the hotel with them, taking them to visit us every day, while Dakota and I travelled back to that little village and stayed in the same little house she had rented all those years ago. Only this year was going to be a little different and I couldn't wait to get the call rolling.
"You're not old, sweetheart!"
"No?"
"No, you are seasoned-" I began, and she literally doubled over laughing her head off drawing the attention of more passengers who were milling around us. Jason and Charleigh looked on in amusement.
"Seasoned? You make me sound like a roasted chicken!"
"Well, you know how much I love chicken!" I growled pulling her close to me and kissing her senseless until she was limp in my arms and moaning.
The passion that we had felt from day one was just as strong now, ten years later and there was nothing I wouldn't do to keep it that way.
"You're a goofball. You know that, right?"
"I'm aware!" I chuckled watching the blissed-out look on her face when I finally let her go.
"God, get a room!" Charleigh laughed.
"Where do you think we are headed?" I asked.
"Hey that's my daughter!" Jason growled good naturedly. It had taken a little while, but he had finally grown comfortable enough around us to let his guard down and rib us playfully.
I hadn't lied when I told him that I wanted him to be a part of my life, of our lives. And I honestly can't imagine the soul searching he had to do to accept that his best friend was in love with his daughter because now that I have a little girl of my own, I can't even begin to comprehend how I am going to cope when she starts dating. At present I am just thankful that she thinks all boys have Cooties.
"Dad!" Dakota groaned burying her face in my chest, making me chuckle harder when Jason winked at me.
It took next to no time for us to claim our luggage. We bid Jason and Charleigh and the kids goodbye for the night. Telling our kids to be good for their grandparents but neither were listening as they jumped around excitedly about vacation time.
It was late afternoon when we arrived at the little house and I was more than pleased to see that there was, as requested, a giant red bow stuck to the front door. Dakota whirled around to look at me, "what's going on?" She asked me suspiciously.
"Happy anniversary baby," I dropped the luggage on the giant porch, and stepped up close, "the place is now ours!"
"What? What do you mean?"
"Rosita's family approached me a couple of months ago, knowing that we had that long standing deal with their mom, and they were looking to sell - so again, happy anniversary!" I explained.
The little woman who had taken a chance on a scared young woman ten years ago had died just last year. Dakota and I had flown out for the funeral and met her family, exchanging contact information. When I got an email a couple of months ago from the daughter, Carmen, stating that they were looking to sell the property and they knew how much we loved it here they wanted to give us first refusal. I just knew that I couldn't let this part of our history go so I made the decision to buy the place.
"You-you bought it?" She asked me, her eyes instantly shining with tears.
"I did. I couldn't let this place go. Not when it means so much to both of us. And I mean it is a good investment - we can rent it out whenever we aren't here,"
Throwing herself into my arms, she kissed me, her body moulding in against mine until I was gripping the back of her thighs and lifting her, she quickly wrapped her legs around me and I somehow managed to get the door open and we stumbled inside.
There was no time to make it to the bedroom as I pushed her up against the wall. Our hands groping and feeling for the zipper of my shorts as I yanked her panties to the side and thrust up hard into her tight pussy. "Look at me, sweetheart!" I growled as we remained immobile as we got used to being back together.
"Uncle Remy!" She moaned, even after all these years, it still turns me on to hear her call me that. God, I am sick.
"I think it's time we put another baby in you-"
"No-"
"No? You don't want another-"
"No, I mean, no need. I am pregnant Remy!" She moaned, "found out just before we left to come here; wanted it to be special when I told you!"
It was almost as if that was what I had been waiting to hear. My hips reared back and impaled her hard and fast on my cock. "Are you happy, baby?"
"Fucking. Blissfully. Happy. Sweetheart!" I grunted as I tugged the front of her maxi-dress down over her tits and dropped my lips towards her full ripe nipple, "say it?"
"I love you, Uncle Remy!" My wife always knew how to read my needs and she was always willing to give me exactly what I needed.
"Fuck, I love you, wife!" I groaned, "always. And forever!"
It was hard to believe that we had come this far - the best decision I ever made was giving into my feelings for my wife. It may have cost me my friendship with her dad, but I would always choose Dakota. She is mine.
And I am hers. Always.
Forever.
The End.