EPILOGUE PT.1 ( ii )

Five Years Later -

"Liyana! Look! Papa's home!" I grin with relief as I carry a sleepy Alanna in my arms.

Alejandro had been on a business trip for the last three days and it gets tough to care for the kids without him.

"Papa! Papa! Papa!" She runs with her hands up in the air, impatiently waiting for Alejandro to pick her up.

Alejandro picks up Liyana and gives her cheek a kiss. "My beautiful Princess, how was your day?"

"Me and mama played!" She says excitedly.

"We missed you!"

"Oh, that must've been tons of fun!"

Alejandro says. "Look what I've brought for my girls," he holds up a big bag of toys, shaking it in front of Liyana.

She squeals, grabbing the bag. "Papa's the best!" She gives him a tight hug, making my heart melt. This never gets old.

"Please keep your voice down, my Jaan [my life], your sister's trying to sleep," I say in a quieter tone.

My sweet Liyana nods. She quickly slips out of Alejandro's arms and runs towards her room to play with her new toys in private to not disturb her sister.

Alejandro walks toward me and gives Alanna a quick kiss on the cheek before giving me a lingering kiss on the lips.

"Did Mama miss me?" He asks me, smiling.

"Yes, Mama missed her helping hand. Please help me with the girls before I lose my mind," I whisper the last part so Alanna doesn't hear it.

I place, a now asleep Alanna, on the couch and tuck her in.

Alejandro wraps his arms around my waist from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder as we watch our beautiful baby girl fall into a deeper slumber.

"Freshen up and I'll get lunch ready," I say softly, cradling against his arms.

"How am I supposed to go when my wife looks so delicious right now?" He whispers against my ear.

My body instantly reacts to his words and I gently swat him to dial it down. "Alanna's right here, you pervert," I roll my eyes but stay cuddled against him.

He only chuckles, holding me tighter. "I've missed you so much, my love."

I turn around, facing him. I put a hand against his cheek, stroking his skin. "I've missed you, too. I'm so glad that you're back."

I've had a rough week. Though Liyanna and Alanna are sweethearts, the two children are four and two years old, respectfully. They are utter balls of energy, draining me out in the process.

Alejandro leaves for trips often enough, leaving me alone with the girls. It gets overwhelming to the point where I cry myself to sleep sometimes.

But when he's home, God, he's the best father in the entire world. His full attention is towards his princesses. He spends any available time with them, playing and laughing. They adore him and he adores them.

Alejandro puts our daughters on a very high pedestal and would literally commit murder against anyone who a lifts a finger at them.1

Therefore, when he's gone so often, carrying the responsibility of playing, feeding, clothing, and bathing them becomes super tiring.

But when he's back, it's like a weight lifts off of my shoulders. He takes over so smoothly, sharing our children's responsibilities equally.

During both Liyanna and Alanna's births, Alejandro was at my side, stuck like glue; no one could get him to leave. He also didn't care whether we had a girl or a boy as long as he knew I was safe by the end of it and he can hold our baby in his arms. Though, nowadays, he's been hinting at trying for another baby... possibly a son...

Anyways, he even stayed at home with me for a month after each of their births to help me settle in. And don't even get me started on how doting he was with me while I was pregnant. I almost killed him because he wouldn't stop constantly hovering to make sure I was safe, healthy, and happy but now I realize how much more I should've cherished that extra time he spent with me.

Say what you want about him, but there's no denying that this man had been waiting a long time to be the best father he can possibly be. It's almost like he prepared for the role, which is odd, considering he was a literal king of hell just five years ago. I mean, he still is, but just not at home.

15 minutes after the table is set, I wake up Alanna and call Liyanna out of her room for lunch. Liyanna babbles on about everything we did while her Papa was away and Alejandro listens like the attentive father he is. Alanna nods, adding a couple of cute words to help her big sister tell the story.

Suddenly, Liyanna asks a question, catching Alejandro and me off guard. "Papa, do you love Mama?"

He raises his brows. "I've told you many times before, my sweet. I love your Mama more than anyone and anything in the world."

"More than you love me and Alanna?" She asks in her sweet, baby voice.

"I love all three of you very much," Alejandro smiles, avoiding answering the question directly.

"You love Mama more than us," Liyanna says it as a statement.

There's no bitterness in her tone, she's just stating something she's observed.

For a four-year-old, she's starting to sound more and more like her father. Very dominant and straightforward.

"What's my little Liyanna up to?" Alejandro is suspicious. "I love your Mama more than there are stars in the sky. Trust me, I love her more than I can promise," he says while looking right at me with the most certain look in his eyes, making me blush. "Does that answer please you, you sweet?" He asks, turning to look at Liyanna again.

She scrunches her nose in a disbelieving manner. "You're a liar!"

"Liyanna," I say gently. "Please don't raise your voice at your papa. That isn't very nice."

"Papa isn't nice!" She shouts. "He's a liar! He makes Mama cry!"

Alanna nods. "Papa make mama cry."

My eyes widen and Alejandro looks just as surprised.

"Liyanna, Alanna, what are you two going on about?" I ask, confused.

Liyanna explains—or rather, tries to explain—that she and Alanna have caught me crying by myself many times at night while Alejandro is away.

I also have a bad habit of talking to myself out loud while I'm crying and they probably caught on that I was stressed without him. This probably makes them think that Alejandro is making me cry.

My daughters are very protective of me. God, I love my girls so much that I might just start crying again.

But right now, I want to burst into laughter because Alejandro looks as if he'd been betrayed by his most trusted. I purse my lips to stop myself from giggling.

"Papa doesn't love Mama! He makes her cry!" Liyanna repeats again, pouting.

Alanna copies her older sister and scrunches her face to look angry.

I get up from my chair and give both my daughters a big hug. "My babies, though I appreciate your protection, your Papa doesn't make me cry," anymore, I added in my mind. "Mama just gets a little sad sometimes without him."

"So, Papa not a bad guy?" Liyanna asks, feeling confused herself. "He doesn't hate Mama?"

"Papa loves Mama?" Alanna asks with her puppy eyes.

I laugh, shaking my head. "No, he's not a bad guy. Papa loves Mama very much, right, my Alejandro?" I ask Alejandro, who's still in a state of shock.

He quickly breaks out of his trance and smiles. "Yes, of course. I love Mama more than she can imagine."

"See?" I give them both a forehead kiss.

"Auntie Charlotte is coming in a few minutes for your tea party! Get your tea set ready for her," I tell them.

Liyanna eyes her Papa suspiciously one last time and is satisfied with his answer when she sees me trying not to laugh.

"Okay," she says. "Alanna, let's go play!" She gives both Alejandro and me a kiss on the cheek and runs off.

"Play! Play! Play!" Alanna giggles as she runs after Liyanna.

Right on queue, Charlotte graces us with her presence and Alejandro asks her to keep the girls preoccupied for an hour or so. Charlotte winks, grinning at us before running off in the direction of the girls' room.

"She's just as stubborn and resilient as you are," I say after placing a quick kiss on Alejandro's forehead as I clean up the table.

Instead of letting me finish the dishes, he picks me up bridal style and carries me to our room. I insist that he let me down but by that time we're already in the room and he's already locked the door behind us.

He tightly holds me in his arms, rocking me back and forth.

"You cry when I'm gone?" He asks softly.

"Of course, I do," I answer truthfully. "It's hard taking care of the kids by myself for too long."

He pulls away to look at me. "I don't want you to cry because of me."

"I don't cry because of you, Alejandro. I cry because I get overwhelmed. It's normal and nothing serious, I promise," I reassure him.

He puts his hand on my cheek and pulls me in for a deep kiss.

"Mmm, I missed the taste of your lips," he mumbles against my mouth. "But I missed the taste of your pussy more," he slips his hand down into my pants, making me gasp.

He rubs his finger around my clit, making me wet faster than I'd like him to. "Fuck, you're always so wet for me... hm... such a good girl." He pulls out his hand and licks the juices off of his finger, "Delightful as always."

"T-That's enough," I try to stop him even though I'd do anything to have him push me onto the bed and take over my body. "I have to clean up."

"Clean up?" He smirks. "How about I lick your pussy clean? Wouldn't you love that, my love?" He says in a deep, sultry tone manner. His fingers start working around my center again. "Wouldn't you love my mouth sucking on your nipples? My tongue swirling around your cunt? My cock pumping in and out of your pussy?"

"Alejandro..." I can't even catch my breath. "I..."

"Let me make it up to you..." He slips off my shirt and unhooks my bra, latching his mouth on my breast. "Mmm, Zara... My beautiful, beautiful Zara... I think about you all the time while I'm away."

"Tell me," I say breathlessly. "Tell me what you think about it."

"I think about the taste of your skin," he says against my lips as he twists my nipple in between his fingers, earning him a moan from me. "I think about the way you moan my name while you cum." His hand slips down to my mold again. "I think about the way your pussy grips my cock when I fuck you," he says as he pumps two fingers into me. "I think about the way you beg for me to fill you up with my seed."

My legs start to give out as I pull him in for a kiss. I pull over his shirt, revealing his still-perfect body.

"Damn, I'll never get over this view," I whisper.

"It's all yours to see and touch, my love," he murmurs against my lips as I stumble with the belt of his pants. "Forever."

As he leads us to our bed, I grip his hard cock in my hands, teasing him with short strokes. He lets out a breathless sound, making me weak to my knees.

"You're always such a fucking tease," he grins.

"A punishment for leaving me alone too often," I smile teasingly as I trail a finger down his erection.

He lets out a low moan, grabbing for the condom pack when I stop him, shaking my head.

I lean over to his ear and whisper in the most innocent tone, "Fuck me like you mean it, Alejandro. Fill me up with everything you can give,"

His eyes light up as the meaning of my words settles in. He doesn't think twice before throwing the condom packet across the room. He pins me down to the bed, lining himself up between my leg, his tip teasing my fold.

"Beg me to fuck you raw, beg me to cum in you," he demands as he slowly slips his cock into me.

"Fill me up with your seed, Alejandro," I arch my back as he thrusts faster into me. "My pussy needs your cum. You want me to be a mommy again, don't you?"

Do I have a slight breeding kink? Maybe.

When did this awaken? On our anniversary trip to Bali.

He grips my hip with one hand as the other one trails up my neck to my lips. He shoves two fingers into my mouth, "Suck on it like it's my cock."

I push his fingers in and out of my mouth, using my tongue to lick and suck on them. His thrusts become more aggressive, more urgent as he watches me with lust-filled eyes while I work around his fingers.

"I'll fill up your pussy so fucking good. Be a good girl and take my load," he pulls his hand out of my mouth and rubs my clit.

My legs are shaking to the point that they're numb. He's pumping in and out of me unsteadily, ready to fill me up.

"Don't you dare pull out... fuck... please, please, cum in my pussy," I say to push him over the edge. "Alejandro, let me feel you filling me up," I say one last time before he does what I intended him to do. His cock twitches inside me as he unloads every last drop into me.

My legs give away while I cum from the intensity of both his fingers and cock working my body to its limits.

"Fuck, Zara, you're so fucking hot when you beg for me to cum in you," he says after leaving kisses down my jaw, then laying down beside me.

"This is all your fault," I smile.

"What is?" He raises a brow.

"If you didn't say all those kinky breeding things to me during our Bali trip, I wouldn't be into this." I cuddle against him, feeling a little embarrassed.

I did almost need a wheelchair to leave the hotel, just like he promised, but I refused because it would be too damn embarrassing. Shockingly, I didn't fall pregnant with Liyanna on that trip but sometime after the trip.

However, he did awaken the damn breeding kink in me in Bali. It's been five years and I still get embarrassed sometimes.

"Hey, I just introduced it to you. You're the one who enjoys it... clearly," he chuckles.

"Shut up," I hide my face with my hands.

He moves my hands away from my face.

"You're absolutely gorgeous." He kisses my forehead. "Fuck, you're so beautiful and you're mine."

"Please, stop. You'll make me want to go another round and I don't have time," I laugh.

"It can be managed," he smirks.

"Alejandro, does this mean we want another baby?" I ask softly.

"I never thought you'd ask," he grins sheepishly. "I've always wanted a third baby. I was just waiting for you to become ready."

I let out an exasperated sigh, "Gosh, I'm so in love with you. I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with you, Alejandro Genovese." I give him a small peck on the tip of his nose.

"And I love you, my beautiful Zara," he holds me tighter. "And I will love you until I bleed out."

People say 'till death do us apart but we say: "Until we bleed out," I correct him.

In reality, we should've never worked. In reality, we were never meant to be. But life played its cruel games and decided that maybe we did deserve some happiness.

Whether this happiness was forcefully formed from our shitty situation or whether it bloomed from deeper within us, I can't be more grateful for where we are now.

I'm grateful for our beautiful daughters, Liyanna and Alanna. I'm grateful for our son, Dante, who's growing within me. And I'm grateful for the Alejandro present with me today. For Alejandro who's been ever-changing for the sake of our relationship. Alejandro decided he needed to step back and change for his growing family.

And lastly, but most importantly, I'm grateful to myself for living through it all and still being able to choose to heal rather than self-destruct. Without my own strength, I wouldn't have been able to build myself up from the rubble. Without my resilience, there would be no healing, to begin with. I am not a survivor, nor am I a warrior. I'm just Zara, a woman who's still—and will always be—fighting her demons so she can continue to be a better version of herself, always.

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- author note -

• This is the end for Zara and Alejandro! 🤪✨

Do you vibe with Liyanna and Alanna? LMFAO! I feel like Liyanna will be a perfect mix between both her parents. Alanna might be more like her father and bits of her mother. Dante will be like his mother, definitely; with some of his father's traits. He'd be raised to be a great man, for sure.

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