Trained By Daddy by Ava Sinclair
Epilogue
Gabe
Eighteen months later
“This view is amazing.”
“Isn’t it?” Lila smiles at me from where she’s reclining on the chaise lounge. It’s our last night on the island of St. Lucia, and the sunset is spectacular. But it’s not the sunset I’m looking at. I’m looking at my beautiful wife.
“I’m talking about you,” I say.
She looks at me and rolls her eyes. “You’re so sweet. I think I look like a whale.” She puffs her cheeks out for effect.
“Young lady.” I sit down beside her. “Do I need to spank you?”
Lila raises a finger. “I’m not insulting myself. Whales are cute. Besides, you can’t spank a pregnant lady.”
I reach out and put my hand on her belly, smiling when our son taps me with his foot. Or maybe it’s an elbow.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I say. “If I bent you over and spanked you with a ruler. Or a hairbrush…”
Lila leans back and twirls a lock of hair playfully around her finger. “Go on,” she says.
“Or I could get a wooden spoon from the kitchen and leave little oval marks on those sweet thighs.” I lean down and nip one. She squeals with laughter.
“Spoons,” she says. “That reminds me of the first time you told me you loved me. We were in your kitchen, remember?”
“Oh yes,” I say. “It was a few days after we made love at your house for the first time. We were cooking and you dropped the wooden spoon. We knelt down at the same time to get it, and when our eyes met…”
“…you said, ‘I love you.’” She grins. “And it was so weird and spontaneous and charming.” She sighs and takes my hand, looking back towards the sunset. “I never thought in a million years I could be this happy.”
“Neither did I.”
We contemplate the sunset in silence.
“Things will change now,” she says, and there’s an edge of the old fear to her voice. It resurfaces from time to time, but like any good Daddy Dom, I’m always quick to reassure her.
“If things change, they’ll only change for the better, Lila. You can be the mother of my child and still my private little girl. We’ll find a balance.”
I sit down beside her and she lays her head on my chest.
“Gym Daddy. Lila’s Daddy. Baby Daddy.” She giggles. “You’re a busy man, Gabe Hampton.”
“And you’re the perfect wife, Lila Hampton.” I kiss her, my hand moving to her belly once more. A bump against my palm feels exactly like a tiny high-five.
I truly am the luckiest man in the world. Lila has written me into her real-life fairy tale. We are one another’s happily ever after.
THE END
