Caught: In A Case by C.M. Steele
Epilogue
“Elizabeth, what the hell are you doing?” I came into the room to see my eight-and-a-half month pregnant wife standing on a chair dusting shelves. The woman was insane. I thought it was bad when she was pregnant with the boys, but this one topped the cake. She was constantly eating, crying, or wanting to get it rough. I could deal with the eating and the hot sex, but the crying shit had to end. I thought it had to do with having a girl. They were all batty; I had her, Zoey, my mom, and her mom for proof. I was glad the boys, Jr. and William, came first, or we may not have had any other kids. Who was I kidding, I wanted an army. Even if I had to deal with the mood swings and the late night munchies, I would. Lately, Buttercup has a glow to her that just shined right through. She loved being a mom. I was worried that she would be upset since she was so young and wanted to travel and study, but nope, she had been on cloud nine when it came to the babies, and I loved seeing her happy. So I decided to keep her this way.
“Jackson, give it a rest. I’m fine.” Damn that mouth of hers and the rolling of her eyes. She was lucky I didn’t take her over my knees.
“Don’t you tell me to give it a rest. You are supposed to be taking it easy.”
“You didn’t say that last night, big boy.” She winked at my agitated ass. Well, hell, I couldn’t help that I found her ass sexy as hell. She was cleaning the house again, for the twentieth time this week. We had people that did it for us; our house was large, and I didn’t want her to stress. Her only priorities were always the kids, herself, and then me. The boys were one, and in the next few weeks, we would be welcoming our new addition to the family. I loved them all so much, but that woman worried me to death. I couldn’t wait to meet my little Hannah. I could do without the following six weeks after the birth; that shit was rough. My wife would give me head, but I missed the feel of her and her moans as I brought her to climax while inside of her. I always missed my family when I was away. Every free chance I got away from the office, I was with them.
Caleb and I still headed the offices; I had the Maine offices and he was running the Seattle one. We even took on a two new partners -- Caleb’s brother, Malcolm, and Ryder, who started with us when everything went down. I met with him when I was in Seattle those two days, and he had solved the problem and taken control in the office. Kristen approved of him, then so did we. Caleb and his pretty little wife just called to tell us that they were trying to catch up to us; Sophia was three months pregnant with their second child. He was going to transfer back to the Maine office after the birth of this next little one, giving the new partners time to adjust. We see each other often; whether it’s for business or just to visit, we made time together. Once they came back, we would be together a lot. Elizabeth, Sophia, and Zoey were all really close now, so they couldn’t wait for them to move here.
We moved back to Maine permanently, after the Mayor’s trial and conviction on numerous crimes of embezzlement, fraud, prostitution, blackmail, and bribery. He was going to be gone for a long time, or so we thought. The pussy took his own life after he had been convicted. His wife heard the gunshot the night before his sentencing hearing. The only ones to serve any jail time were the two bitches involved, Laney and Samantha, and it had been hell for them both. Laney was sentenced to life without parole, for her many crimes against those women and girls. She was killed last year, in prison, when they found out she prostituted children. Dumb bitch actually bragged about it.
Samantha was charged as an accomplice in the embezzlement scheme her father had been heading. That was all that she could be charged with, but it would have to do, it left her ass destitute once she was released from prison last month. She was stationed in a boarding house for those on parole, but I didn’t trust that she wouldn’t want revenge. She was ostracized by the community and would have to sell her jewels to make it. I hired some trusted employees and friends of Mike and Milo’s, to work for me, and sent one of them to keep tabs on her.
I just got off the phone with Mike. My sister was driving him insane, and I loved it. That’s what the fucker got for falling in love with her. They got married a year and a half ago. Mom and Zoey weren’t going to let Mike slide with a quick wedding like Elizabeth and I. I didn’t laugh too much at the guy. The frustration wasn’t from the fact that they had him involved in the planning; it was that he had to wait to get her tied down to him; to own her. I wouldn’t have waited if I was him; well, I didn’t wait, but I did make it up to my bride. A month after we found out about the baby, I had a surprise ceremony for my wife and I. Being reunited with her family, it was only natural that we did it right. It was a private wedding and the guest list was only a hundred guests; it was perfect. The best part of it was watching my bride come down on the arm of the man who truly deserved it.
The cop and I got along very well after everything went down with Homan. Tom, as I was getting used to calling my father-in-law, loved looking after the grandbabies, but he and the doc gave us a surprise this morning. It seemed that he still had it in him. They were expecting their fourth child. My wife was on the phone, for about two hours, chatting with my mother-in-law. I thought they wanted to start shopping soon. Apparently, the reunion had them considering adding to their family again; they were both very young, Tom was 42 and the doc, as I prefer to call her, was 40. My finding Elizabeth had given them an opportunity to meet their long-lost daughter; something that wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been walking out of the hotel that fateful day.
Looking at my precious family, I couldn’t be more grateful that I got caught in the middle of a case.
