Epilogue
One year later.
Liz
“Baby, wake up.”
“Trevor, please, I’m trying to sleep. Go away.”
“Baby, you need to get up and go to the bathroom.”
“I don’t need to go to the bathroom!” I cry, shoving my head under the pillow when I feel sleep slipping away from me.
“Baby, I need your first urine.”
“What?” I shriek, sitting up and looking at Trevor, who is wearing a white t-shirt, sweats, and a huge smile.
“I need your first urine. Well, that’s what this says.” He holds a giant piece of paper in front of me, waving it back and forth. I’m following it, trying to see what the hell he is rambling about. “See, it says right here.” He points at a small section of writing on the giant piece of paper. “You should use your first morning urine.”
“First urine, for what?” I ask confused.
“This!” He holds the pregnancy test in front of my face, making my breath catch.
“Why do you have that?”
“You’re late.”
“I’m late?” I repeat, not taking my eyes off the test.
“Yeah, we have been having sex practically every day for the last two months. When I first did some research on why you might be late, it said it could be stress, so I wanted to give it some time to see if your period came. It hasn’t, so you need to pee on this.” He holds the test up again.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement. “Baby, you know you’re kinda crazy, right? I’ve never heard of a man keeping track of his wife’s period and doing research on it.” I smile and stroke my fingers along his strong jaw.
He shrugs. “So?” he says, climbing on top of me, pinning me down to the bed. “You need to get out of bed, wife, and pee on the stick.”
“Okay,” I smile. His eyes light up as he helps me out of the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asks when I go to shut the door to the bathroom.
“I will be right back.”
“I’m going to stay with you.” His face is so serious that I start to laugh.
“All I do is pee on it. After that, I will open the door, and you can come in and wait with me while it processes.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, as I close the door with a giant smile on my face. I didn’t even think that we would be doing this so quickly, but with lots of therapy and support from everyone around me, I stopped taking my birth control about three months ago. The day I handed Trevor my pill case was a happy day for both of us. I look down at the test in my hand, and go about taking the test. When I’m finished, I open the door for Trevor, who hasn’t moved from right outside it. He comes in, wrapping his arms around my waist. As we wait for the results of whether or not our lives were going to completely change, I hear a ringing and I look at Trevor, who pulls out his phone, turning off the timer. “It said three minutes.” He shrugs.
*~*~*
Trevor
I put my phone back in the pocket of my sweats, and turn Liz around to face me. “No matter what that test says we are in this together,” she nods, and I pull her bottom lip out of her teeth. I give her a kiss before grabbing the test off the counter behind her. I hold it between us, and we both look down at the test at the same time. The words PREGNANT is clearly stated through the small window of the test. Her hand goes to her stomach. “We’re pregnant,” I say, stunned. I mean, I was pretty sure, but you never know. She starts to laugh, making me look up. “What?”
“You said ‘we’re pregnant’.”
“We are pregnant,” I tell her seriously. “I may not get sick or feel the pain from childbirth, but I will be with you the whole way, taking care of you and making sure that you and our child have everything that you could possibly need.” She does a face-plant into my chest, her arms wrapping around my waist. “How are you feeling about this?” I whisper. A few months ago, when she handed me her case of birth control pills, telling me that she was ready for us to start trying to get pregnant, I was worried that she was rushing it because she thought that it was something that I wanted. Later that night, when I was holding her, I expressed my concerns with her. She explained that with counseling and surviving what she and Kara had gone through, she realized how short life really is, and that you can’t let your fears rule you. So I got out of bed, tossed the pills in the trash, and went about making love to my wife.
“We’re having a baby.”
“We are.” I kiss her forehead. “I love you, baby.
“I love you most,” she whispers, making me smile.
“Let’s get you and my kid something to eat. Then we need to call and see about setting up a doctor’s appointment.”
“Oh, no. Are you going to start freaking out like Asher?”
“If you mean being concerned about you and my child, then yes.”
“Please don’t buy a baby book.”
“I won’t.”
“Oh, good,” she sighs, shaking her head.
“I think I have it memorized from when Asher or Cash had left them hanging around.”
She smiles then her smile slips away. “How is Cash going to take this?” she asks, looking at her fingers that are playing with the hem of my shirt.
“He will be happy for us.” All my brothers will be.
“I'm happy he’s getting a divorce.” Liz whispers.
“Me to baby.”
“I hate her.”
“I know you do. I don’t like her much myself, but now that he has custody of Jax things should get better for him.”
“I know. Trevor, she was so mean to him. The things she said and did...” She shakes her head, tears start to fill her beautiful eyes.
“Hush, baby. It’s okay.” I pull her against me again, holding her close. “Let’s stop talking about Cash and Jules.” I’m f*cking happy that Cash finally realized that he couldn’t continue to live a lie with Jules. I hate what he went through but I'm glad it’s over. The bitch even tried to claim that my nephew wasn’t Cash’s at one point so Cash had a paternity test done confirming what he already knew. Now they’re getting divorced and Cash is getting full custody not that Jules really wanted custody to begin with she just wanted to f*ck with Cash. I lead Liz out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. She starts to make coffee. I stand there, trying to figure out how to tell her that she can’t drink coffee anymore.
“What do you want for breakfast?” she asks, looking over her shoulder. She looks beautiful in nothing but one of my shirts and a pair of large socks that slouch around her ankles. Her hair is a mess, and the way the sun is shining through the window makes her look like she’s glowing; or maybe she is glowing. I can’t wait until her waist expands, showing off her pregnancy. I never thought that I could love her any more than I already did. Now, knowing she’s carrying my child has elevated every feeling that I have ever had for her.
“Whatever you want, baby,” I tell her, when I see her raise her eyebrows.
“How about French toast?”
“That sounds good,” I say, watching her fill up the coffee pot with water, worried about what I have to do next.
“Baby, you don’t need to make coffee. I’m not going to drink any this morning.”
“Its fine,” she shrugs. “I’m going to drink it.”
“You can’t.” I cringe, me—f*cking Trevor Mayson—cringing when giving my slip of a wife the news, afraid of her reaction.
“What do you mean ‘I can’t’?”
“Well, you’re not supposed to drink coffee during a pregnancy.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope, you can have decaf though. Just, right now, we don’t have any.”
“Oh, okay.” She turns off the water, going to the fridge, leaving me kind of stunned.
“Are you alright?”
“Fine, just hungry. Can you get my cell phone for me so I can call the doctor and see about setting up an appointment?”
“Absolutely.” I smile, thinking that Asher is full of shit. Liz didn’t seem to care at all about not having coffee.
*~*~*
Three months later.
Liz
“Will you please calm down? You’re making me nervous.”
“I can’t sit down. We’re finding out what we’re having. What if we’re having a girl?”
“Trevor, you know that it’s a fifty/fifty chance.”
“I know, but I don’t know if I could handle having a girl. Look at Asher. He has all girls, and November is pregnant with another one.”
“It will be okay.”
“I don’t feel so well,” he grumbles, sitting down next to me. I want to laugh, but I know that he is really afraid about this. I mean, when Asher and November found out that they would be having yet another girl, Asher freaked out. November said that the doctor had to give him something to help calm him.
“Mr. and Mrs. Mayson, if you could come with me,” the elderly nurse says, leading us to a room at the end of the hall. “You’re going to need to change into this.” She hands me a paper robe, and instructs me that once I have it on, I should get up on the bed. Once the door is closed, I start to get undressed. Trevor is frowning the whole time.
“What now?” I ask, exasperated.
“Your doctor is a man.”
“Yeah, you know this. You have met him before.”
“You never had to get completely naked before.”
“He has to check me this time.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I don’t like it either, and I’m the one who is going to have someone looking at me down there. So can you please just relax? You’re making this harder on me.”
“Sorry, baby. I just really don’t like people seeing you.”
“You do know that when I go into labor, there will be a lot of people in the room.”
“Baby,” he groans, leaning his head back. “You’re not making this any better.” I’m laughing when my doctor walks in.
“How are you feeling today, Liz?”
“I’m doing really well.” I lean my head to the side, look at Trevor, and smile.
“Good to hear. Today, we’re going to be giving you an ultrasound to make sure that everything looks like it should; we can also find out the sex of the baby if you’re interested.”
“Yes, we would like to know what we’re having.”
“Good. Well let me just get everything set up, and we will get started.” I nod and hold on to Trevor’s hand. Once Dr. Spark has everything in order, he has me lay back on the bed, and place my feet in the stirrups. “I need you to relax for me,” he says. I do my best and feel a slight pressure down below. Then he stands, putting the samples that he took on the counter, and allows me to lay my legs out straight as he starts spreading a large glob of gel on my small bump. He runs the small device over my stomach, and after a few seconds, the fast swoosh of our baby’s heartbeat fills the room. Trevor holds my hand a little tighter, leaning closer to me so he has a clearer picture of the monitor.
“How does everything look?” Trevor asks, not taking his eyes away from the monitor.
“Well, let me take a few measurements,” Dr. Spark says, clicking around on the screen. “From the measurements and the blood that I had taken the other day, everything looks good.” He does some more clicking with the mouse and presses around on my belly, before he goes back to looking at the screen. “Alright. Well, let’s see if the little guy or girl will cooperate.” He keeps running the device all over my belly, then finally he stops. “Well, it seems to me that she is going to be stubborn,” he says. It takes me a second to realize what he just said. I look over at Trevor, who is staring at the doctor.
“We’re having a girl?”
“You’re having a girl,” the doctor confirms, smiling.
“Holy shit.” Trevor stands, looking closely at the monitor. “You’re sure?” he asks the doctor.
“Well, I’m not really supposed to say it, but yes, I’m sure.” Dr. Spark laughs, looking between the two of us. “Let me just get you cleaned up. Everything looks great. When you’re done getting dressed, just set up your next appointment at the front desk,” he says, leaving the room. I sit up, pulling the robe off and tossing it in the garbage. I pick up my sweats off the chair, pulling them on, then sit and start to put on my shoes. That’s when I notice that Trevor has been quiet this whole time.
“Are you okay?” I step towards him. When he is able to reach me, he wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my small bump. I run my fingers over his head.
“I thought I would be afraid if he said we were having a girl, but I’m really f*cking happy about it.”
“I wanted a boy,” I tell him.
“You did?”
“I did. I wanted a boy that looked like you.”
“You never said anything.”
“Well, I knew that I would be happy with whatever we have.”
“My daughter is in here.” He lifts my tank, his hands spanning my waist.
“She is.”
“That’s f*cking crazy.” He smiles up at me, before kissing my belly. “Let’s get my girls home.”
“Can we stop for ice-cream?”
“Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Absolutely anything.”
*~*~*
4 months later
Trevor
“Breathe, babe. Breathe.” I pull Liz back into me, wrapping myself around her. “You can do this, baby. Just breathe.”
“I can’t…I can’t do this anymore!” she cries. I f*cking hate this. We have been here for the last thirty-three hours. She’s just now dilated to nine centimeters, and my baby is exhausted. She hasn’t really slept since her water broke.
“You can do this.”
“I don’t think I can.” She falls back into me when the contraction passes.
“Alright, hun. I’m gonna check ya and see where you’re at so I know if it’s time to call the doctor,” the older nurse says, lifting the sheet at the end of the bed. After a second, her eyes meet mine, then Liz’s. “I do believe it’s time.”
“Thank you,” Liz says, her sweaty face going into my neck. “I’m so tired.”
“As soon as this is over, you can sleep. I promise.”
“Okay.” She says softly. The doctor walks in and sits down at the end of the bed.
“Are you ready for this, Liz?” Dr. Spark asks. I get off the bed from behind her, taking one of her hands. Once everyone is in position, we begin the whole process of pushing. Rita and my mom are on the opposite side of the bed from me. Liz’s mom and I each have one of Liz’s legs, holding them up to her chest. The doctor is instructing her when to push. Liz bends forward, her face red and sweaty, looking more beautiful than I have ever seen her. I bend forward, whispering encouragements into her ear, and telling her how much I love her. When I hear a very loud cry, and look down and see my daughter, she’s covered in blood and slime. Tears come to my eyes, watching her take her first breath. Someone wraps her in a blanket before setting her on Liz’s chest.
“You did so amazing, baby.” I look down at both my girls…my life.
“She’s so tiny, so perfect,” Liz whispers, looking at her little fingers. I run my hand along hers, and she latches on to me, her tiny hand gripping my finger firmly.
“I love you, baby girl,” I say, leaning in and kissing her blanket covered head, before turning to kiss my wife. “So, are we sticking with Hanna?” I ask, running my finger down her smooth little cheek.
“Yes, I think Hanna fits her perfectly. Don’t you?”
“Hanna Star Mayson.” I smile, kissing them both again.
“Okay, Mommy and Daddy. We need to take her and get her cleaned up,” the nurse says, and I feel torn between staying with Liz, and going with Hanna.
“Can you stay with her?” Liz asks, holding Hanna a little closer against her chest, not wanting to give her up. I’m looking between my two girls when her mom steps forward.
“I’ll stay with Liz, honey. You go with your daughter.”
“Thanks.” I lean in, kissing Liz again, before holding her face in my hands. “Thank you, baby; you did so good.” Tears start to slide down her cheeks. Such a drastic contrast from the smile that is lighting up her face.
“We did good,” she says, kissing Hanna’s head before handing her over to the nurse. I follow Hanna over to the other side of the room, and watch as they unwrap her from the blanket, making her cry immediately. My jaw clenches at the sound, knowing that I have to let them take care of her and there is nothing I can do about her crying until they’re done. I look over and see my mom smiling at me; she mouths the words I love you and I close my eyes. I have everything I have ever wanted.
It’s been two days since Hanna was born. Two of the most amazing days of my life. Liz is doing great, and regardless of her previous reservations about having a child, she is the most amazing, attentive, and loving mom to our daughter. I look over at Liz, who is asleep. Hanna is laying against my chest, asleep as well. Both of my girls have had a long day, getting released from the hospital, coming home to family wanting to see Hanna and check on Liz, then the blow up between Jules and Cash that had to go down in my living room on the day we got home. It upset not only Liz and Hanna, but Cash and Jules’ son Jax, and November and Asher’s three girls July, May, and June. I swear my brother is trying to make a full calendar. I have no idea what Cash is going to do, but I know one thing for sure, Jules is a bitch; and if my brother stays with her ass, I’m going to have to limit the time we spend with them.
“You’re awake?” Liz asks, leaning up on her elbow.
“Yeah, she just knocked out, so we came to lay down with you. How are you feeling?”
“Sore and a little tired, but good. What time is it?” I turn my head and look at the clock.
“Just after four.”
“It’s almost time for her to eat again,” she says, making me smile. I love watching her feed our daughter.
“Relax, baby. When she wakes up, she can eat. Right now, she’s asleep. Didn’t the doctor tell you that when she sleeps, so should you?”
“I know. You’re right. But I love holding her.” She laughs, lying back down. “God, she’s going to be as bad as July if we’re not careful.”
“Baby, I want you to sleep. If she needs you, I will wake you up.”
“Fine.” She scoots next to me, tucking her face into my side, where I wrap my arm around her, holding her close. “Sleep,” I whisper into the top of her head. After a few minutes, her breathing evens out, and I know that she is finally asleep. With both my girls close, I say a small prayer of thanks for all of this.
*~*~*
One year later
Liz
“Trevor, if you don’t stop, you’re going to wake Hanna.” I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“No, you’re going to wake Hanna.” He smirks, his fingers sliding inside me. “Be quiet, baby.”
“How can I be quiet when you’re doing that?” I breathe, seconds away from coming. “Oh my God! Right there, yesss…” I moan, my head falling back against the mattress. I can feel myself convulse, my orgasm taking over. My back bows, my thighs shake, and my vision goes blurry. When he doesn’t let up, I try to scoot up the bed away from his touch.
“Don’t run away from me.” He pulls me down under him, thrusting into me in one smooth motion.
“God!” I rake my hands down his back, the heels of my feet going to the back of his thighs.
“Da-da… Da-da…” I hear through the baby monitor. I bite my lip, and Trevor’s forehead falls against my collarbone. Groaning, he lifts his face. “Da-da…” Hanna sings again, making me laugh and him glare at me.
“What? You bragged for a week about her learning to say da-da before ma–ma,” I say, shrugging.
“You think this is funny?” He rolls his hips, making my breath catch.
“No,” I say, rocking my hips against his.
“You’re gonna get it.” He presses me harder into the mattress. “As soon as she’s down this afternoon, be ready, baby.”
“DA… DA DA DA…” Hanna starts singing, louder this time. Trevor jumps off the bed, his firm ass on full display. He bends, grabs his sweats, and pulls them up, walking into the bathroom. When he comes out, he walks over to the bed, pulling me to the edge. His kiss is so hard that my lips feel bruised when he finally takes his mouth away. I watch as he walks out of the room, the muscles of his back flexing with every step. I fall back against the mattress and listen to him as he talks to Hanna. He is such an amazing father. One-hundred-and-ten percent hands on. There is nothing better than watching him with her, and I’m so happy that I got the help. I needed to give that to him.
“We’re ready for breakfast, Mama,” Trevor says, standing in the bedroom door. Hanna’s sitting on his hip, her hand in her mouth, her head lying against her father’s shoulder, watching me.
“Hey, sweet baby.” I watch her head come up, and she holds out her arms in my direction for me to take her. I lean forward, grabbing Trevor’s shirt from the end of the bed, slipping it on over my head, before swinging my legs over the side, and holding out my arms to take my sweet girl. When I finally have her, she cuddles into me. There is nothing better than moments like this, when she wants to cuddle and be lovey. Now that she has started holding onto things and walking, those times are becoming fewer and fewer, unless she’s sleepy or not feeling well.
“Looks like I’m making my girls breakfast this morning.” He leans forward, kissing Hanna’s and my forehead, before heading out of the room.
“Let’s go monitor Daddy. You know what happens when he’s left alone in the kitchen making anything besides a protein shake.” Hanna laughs, babbling da-da. “You think that’s funny?” I lift her, blowing on her soft belly, making her laugh harder as we walk down the hall. Once we reach the kitchen, I see that Trevor has already started making a mess. There’s milk, eggs, and a box of pancake mix out on the counter. “Why don’t you take her, and I will make breakfast.”
“You sure, baby? I don’t mind cooking.”
“Yeah, she wants you anyways.” I hand Hanna over, kissing her all over her face, making her fuss. I love my man, and appreciate when he cooks, but he is seriously messy. It’s easier if I cook and clean as I go. I go about making breakfast, while Trevor pulls out Hanna’s walker, setting her in it so she can roam around the kitchen and living room. He puts a few Cheerios on her tray; she doesn’t eat them, but does feed them to Lolly whenever she is within reaching distance. Every time she gives Lolly a Cheerio, she laughs, pulling her hand back quickly, not sure if she likes the feeling of Lolly’s tongue.
“You want some help, baby?” Trevor asks, walking up behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist.
“No thanks. I’m just about done,” I say, flipping over the last pancake. His mouth goes to my neck; the scruff from his morning stubble scratches against my skin. “You can’t do that right now,” I say quietly. His hands flex on my hips, pulling my ass into his hips.
“You smell so good, baby. I just want to eat you.” I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan. “As soon as Hanna’s down, I’m going to eat you, then f*ck your tight, wet p-ssy until you beg me to stop.”
“Trevor...”
“No, you owe me,” he growls biting my earlobe, pressing his hips into me, before stepping back and going to Hanna while I finish making breakfast.
“She’s down.” I jump at the sound of Trevor’s voice. I have been trying to catch up on laundry when he walks in.
“Is she okay?”
“Yep, lose the shorts.”
“Trevor—”
“I’m not f*cking around, baby. Lose the shorts.” I can feel myself getting wetter every time he speaks. I shimmy out of my jean shorts, and before they even hit the floor, I’m up on top of the washer. Trevor reaches around me. I hear the washer start, then it is shaking under me. He tears my legs apart, shoving his face between my thighs, attacking me, licking, biting, and sucking. His mouth, and the vibrations from the washer, are bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. “Ride my tongue, baby. Make yourself come.”
“Trevor!” I moan loudly, my p-ssy convulsing, as billions of colors flash behind my eyelids, my whole body buzzing. He stands and tugs me forward, his mouth meeting mine. I can taste myself on him as he eats my mouth the same way he did my p-ssy. His fingers sliding inside me brings me closer to another orgasm. I tear my mouth away from his, my head falling back. Then my arms are going up. My shirt is gone, and his mouth is latching onto my breast through my bra, before ripping the cup of my bra down, and picking me up off the washer. He turns me around, my chest going to the cold top of the washer; his thighs spread my legs apart, and he thrusts into me.
“F*ck yes...I have been wanting this all day.”
“Harder.” My hands go to his ass, pulling him into me.
“You want it hard, baby?” He starts pounding into me so hard that the washer is rocking with the force, and I have to stand on my tiptoes. “I love your p-ssy; always so tight and warm, baby.” His teeth bite into my ear, then my neck. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come around my dick while I’m f*cking your tight little p-ssy.” I whimper. I love his mouth; the things he says are as good as what he does with it. “I feel it. You’re gonna come, aren’t you?”
“Yesss.” I arched my back as he starts pounding even harder. My toes no longer touching the floor. He bites into my neck, pulling out almost all the way, then slamming so hard into me that the washer bangs into the wall, before his strokes slow and he groans into my neck and pulls me slightly away from the washer. We are both covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I lay my forehead against the washer, enjoying the coolness on my overheated skin.
“I needed that,” he says against my neck, making me laugh.
“Don’t even act like you didn’t get some last night.”
“That was last night.”
“You’re crazy,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder.
“Love you, baby.” My heart melts. I can’t believe that my happiness only increases over time. I am truly blessed in the relationship that we have.
“Love you more,” I whisper, leaning my head back against him.
“Impossible.”
Acknowledgements
First, I want to thank God.
Second, I need to thank my fans. You are all amazing! I couldn’t ask for any better; I love you all. Your messages, comments, and love of the Mayson boys has been mind-blowing! Thank you so much.
Next, I need to thank my husband for being my biggest fan and supporter. Your love and encouragement means the world to me, and without you, I would not have followed my heart and started writing.
To my Cookie, thank you for not allowing me to get a fat head. To Sean my brother from another mother thank you for letting me use your apple to write Trevor would not be out without you.
To my mom, you said I had something and to go with it. Love you.
To Mommy and Daddy, thanks for telling me that I can do anything that I put my mind to. I love you both.
I need to give a special thanks to all my family, adoptive and real; your support means so much. I also need to thank Hot Tree Editing. You have been amazing to work with.
A GIANT, over-the-top, crazy-huge Thank You to Kayla Robichaux also known as the amazing Kayla the Bibliophile. You are crazy-awesome, and I am so glad that your side of the brain we share is so smart. I appreciate all your hard work and time that you spent on Until Trevor. Thank you. (And may no one EVER unlock our Snap Chats!)
To each and every blog, reader, and reviewer this wouldn’t be anything without you. Thank you for taking a chance on an unknown author. I wish I could name all of you but this would go on forever just know that I love you guys.
To Love Between the Sheets, especially Jennifer, you’re awesome! You have no idea how much I have come to count on your advice. Thank you. Last, but not least, to my Beta Readers Jessica, Carrie, Marta, Laura, Jenny, Rochelle and
Midian. I love you ladies. I know I have the best betas in the world. Thank you, girls, for telling me what I need to hear, not what I want to. And thank YOU for loving the men who live in my head as much as I do.
XOXOXOXOXO,
Aurora Rose Reynolds