Epilogue (2)
Luke’s P. O. V.
With a heart full of love, I watch my five-month-pregnant wife and our six-year-old daughter twirl hand-in-hand beside the ocean on our private island. This beach is their happy place, and we make it a point to visit every three months here. It seems as if this place has become our second home. As it brings them joy, it’s become my favourite destination as well.
Daisy looks as beautiful as ever in a white colour sundress. Pregnancy has made her glow even more, and her beauty takes my breath away every time I look at her.
I capture their few photos. Daisy’s hair flows freely in the wind, and Hope’s giggles fill the air. I feel fortunate for the life we’ve built together.
With a smile on my face, I approach my lifelines, feeling the sand shift beneath my feet. Daisy looks up, her eyes sparkling with love and contentment.
Hope runs towards me, her arms outstretched. “Daddy, let’s play in the water!” She exclaims, grasping my hand and pulling me towards the water.
I chuckle, going with her. “Alright, princess.”
As Hope and I splash water on each other, Daisy walks over to us with an angry pout, her hand resting on her baby bump. “You both are forgetting me.”
I laugh and hold my hand to her. “How could we ever forget you, Butterfly? Come join us.”
Daisy’s pout turns into a smile as she steps into the water, holding my hand. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Every time we visit here, I can’t shake off the image of you lying naked and bound on the beach from our honeymoon,” I whisper in her ear. “Remember how you were begging me to fuck you?”
Her cheeks turn red at my words, adding to her beauty. “Luke, not in front of Hope.” She hits my chest.
I chuckle, kissing her cheek. “I know, but I couldn’t resist teasing you. You’re even more beautiful now, carrying our child.”
After a while, we decide to build sandcastles. Hope’s laughter fills the air as she helps.
As the sun sets, we gather our things and head back to our villa. Hope runs ahead, while Daisy and I walk hand-in-hand, enjoying the peaceful evening.
***
After a few days, we plan a small gender revelation just for our little family in the garden. We sit on a mat, eager to know the gender of our little one. A beautifully decorated cake prepared by Eva is placed in front of us. Its filling colour is the secret to be revealed.
Hope, sitting in front of us, claps her hands in excitement. “Finally, I’ll get to know if I’m getting a little brother or sister.”
We smile at her before glancing at each other, our eyes filled with enthusiasm. As we hold the glass in our hands to reveal the gender, our hearts thumping in our chests, Hope watches us with wide, eager eyes.
“Let’s do it. Three, two, one…” we say in unison before pulling out the cake from the glass, revealing a bright pink filling.
Oh, my God! It’s a girl again.
Hope’s eyes widen, and she jumps up with joy, throwing her hand in the air. “It’s pink! It’s mean a little sister!” She squeals, hugging Daisy and me tightly. “I’m going to have a sister!”
I look at Daisy, my heart swelling with love as I see her smile, eyes shining with tears of happiness. I pull her close and capture her lips in a soft kiss.
“Another princess to spoil,” I whisper against her lips. “I can’t wait.”
She laughs, placing her hand on my face. “Me neither. Our family is growing, and it feels perfect.”
As I kiss her lips again, Hope runs around the garden, singing, “I’ll have a little sister. Yippie…”
This moment feels so perfect. We’ll have one more daughter and now I’ll see her growing in front of my eyes from day one. See her crawling, and take her first steps, her first words. I envision the countless memories we’ll make together as a family of four.
“I feel so fucking happy, Daisy. Thank you so much for this precious gift.” I whisper as I rest my forehead against hers, my lips curving into a contented smile.
She places her hand on her baby bump, feeling the gentle movements of our unborn daughter. “She’s going to be as loved as Hope is.”
I nod, kissing her forehead. “And as cherished. I promise you that.”
“Hey, little princess, Daddy can’t wait to hold you in his arms.” As I lean in and place a soft kiss on the baby bump, Daisy caresses my hair.
“I’ll also talk to my little sister.” Hope rushes to us and sits in front of Daisy.
“Hey, little sister.” Hope places her hands on the baby bump. “I promise, I’m going to be the best big sister ever. I’ll teach you everything I know.” She giggles before adding, “I’ll also teach you how to be naughty.”
We chuckle at her words before hugging her together, overwhelmed with joy.
***
Eight Months Later
Our second daughter, Lucy (a beautiful blend of our names), is now four months old, and our family has never felt more complete. Lucy has brought immense joy and love into our lives, and we’re cherishing every moment with her.
Today, we’ve planned a picnic at a beautiful park. My wife and my daughters are wearing the same white dress, all of them looking like angels.
We spread out a large blanket on the grass, and Daisy lays Lucy down on it. Our eyes fill with love as we watch our little princess kick her tiny feet and gurgle happily.
Hope runs around us with full energy and excitement. She’s taken her role as a big sister seriously and showers our little princess with all the love and attention she can muster.
“Daddy, can we play catch?” Hope asks, holding up a ball with a hopeful expression.
“Of course, princess,” I reply, smiling at her. “Just let me set up everything with your mommy first.”
Daisy and I arrange the picnic basket, pulling out sandwiches, fruit, and a variety of snacks. I pour some lemonade into cups and hand one to Hope, who sips it and licks her lips in the end.
Hope and I spend a few minutes playing catch while Daisy interacts with Lucy, placing her on her lap.
Then Hope runs around the park, her laughter filling the air as she chases after a butterfly. I settle beside Daisy, who now breastfeed Lucy, cradling her. A smile spreads across my face as I watch her tiny hands clutch Daisy’s dress. When she has her milk, she every time does this.
“You look so beautiful while feeding our daughter. I’m blessed to witness this.” I lean in and kiss Daisy’s temple.
She smiles at me in response.
“Can you believe how quickly she’s growing?” I ask, my voice filled with wonder as I stroke Lucy’s tiny feet. “It feels like just yesterday we were in the delivery room and I take her in my arms for the first time with shivering hands.”
“I clearly remember how afraid you were to hold her for the first time.” She chuckles, giving Lucy to me.
I cradle her with a smile on my face. Every time I hold her, I feel so fortunate. “She was so tiny when she was born. I was afraid that she might slip from my hands. But the moment she was in my arms, I felt a connection so deep, so immediate, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.” I say, marvelling at the miracle we’ve created together.
Our daughters are the perfect blend of both of us. But the difference is that Lucy has Daisy’s grey eyes and my brown hair, while Hope has my blue eyes and Daisy’s blonde hair.
Hope returns to us and leans against Daisy, looking slightly tired from running around.
“Can I hold my little sister?” Hope asks, and her eyes are wide with curiosity and love.
“Of course, Hopi.” Daisy nods, carefully placing Lucy in Hope’s arms. “Just be gentle.”
Hope cradles her little sister, her face lighting up as she gazes at her. “Hey, my little sister, grow up fast and then we’ll play together.”
As our princess converses with our little princess, Lucy responds to her, giggling. I hold Daisy close to me as we admire our daughters. Our family is perfect.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
…End…
One more story ends today. I hope you like it. This is the fastest story I have ever written; I completed it within a month.
I’ll be glad if you leave your precious comments for the last time, sharing how you found the journey of Luke, Daisy, and their princess.
And I can’t wait to know your favourite scene in this book.
At the end, I want to say that I’m working on my next books. It’s going to be a forbidden Desire series, which will have three books.
Love Mehak