“Daddy! Hurry!”

“Yes, Hal,” I concede, letting her drag me away from the car I’m working on in the shop and up the steps.

“Okay,” she says. She has a determined look on her face as she holds her hands out to stop me from walking any further into the apartment. Bacon immediately runs over to me, and I bend down to greet him. He’s a bit slower in his old age, but he never forgets to come see me whenever I come back inside.

“Hallie, I told you we can’t let Daddy in yet. I didn’t get the candles.” Layla slides past her, a knowing smile on her face as she comes over and puts her arms around my neck. Her lips find mine, and I hold her close.

“Hurry! I want to do the birthday!”

We both laugh, and I reluctantly pull away. My girls lead me over to the kitchen, and sitting there, my annual batch of chocolate cupcakes. She recreates them for me every year, with her little helper.

Maybe “helper” isn’t really the right word, more like batter thief.

“Happy birthday.” Layla beams with a smile, getting up on her toes and kissing my cheek.

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” Hallie cheers, clapping. “Make a wish!”

“Ah, same wish as always, Hal.”

“Mommy, can we eat the cupcakes now?”

“Yes, yes.” Layla waves her over to the counter, and Hallie jumps up and down and reaches over the counter to grab one. “But Uncle Mason is on his way,” she reminds gently, and Hallie happily agrees as she sits on the couch to eat her well-deserved cupcake.

“You should enjoy your first round of dessert,” Layla whispers in my ear, trying to turn and walk away but I slap her ass before she can move too far.

“Be careful, or I’ll put another baby in you this time,” I warn.

She laughs, walking off and I pick up a cupcake. I still remember it. Though I was livid at the time, I didn’t know I’d be sitting here years later having the same cupcake baked special just for me. That I’d be married and in love and have a beautiful daughter to raise,that the absolutely crazy girl who hunted me down somehow has become the best thing that has ever happened to me.

I was able to grieve Mel and Sadie and move on. I came to terms with my sin, and for her, I made myself find peace. Now, their picture frame hangs proudly in the hallway, and I’m not ashamed to show them my life.

I somehow evaded police, skillfully handled Peter Reed, and even Gabi went back to ghosting after she made sure Layla was okay. She eventually convinced me to let her tell her other friends from the forum, which…surprisingly went well.

Her best friend Crystal actually ended up becoming way more involved in my life than I ever imagined. She absolutely hated Mason when they met and dubbed him a Casanova. We thought they both hated each other, until we caught them fucking in the bathroom at Layla’s birthday last year. They still bicker, but I think Mason is happy.

And Layla…shines more every single day of her life. I helped her secure the small space for rent across the street from the shop, and Mason and I built it into her own little bakery. It sure took a long time and a chunk of my savings, but it was worth making her dreams come true.

She was over the moon when she found out about Hallie, even though we were still dealing with some emotional aftermath. She was born to be a mother. Watching her blossom into a confident and happy woman has made me the proudest and luckiest man on earth.

I don’t know if I deserve my girls, but I’ll sure as shit force myself to live right until I do.

Soon the door bursts open, and Mason walks in with Crystal as Hallie launches herself off the couch to run to him. “Uncle Mason!”

“Hey kiddo,” he grins, lifting her up dramatically and swaying her before holding her in his arms. “You ready to go hang out? Maybe we’ll go to the movies?”

“And ice cream?”

“Yes, of course, how could I forget that?” He laughs, turning to me. “Happy birthday, old man. You still not at retirement age, huh?”

“Shut it.”

“Crys! Here, take some cupcakes with you guys we made way too many, as usual.” Layla rushes over, holding Hallie’s jacket.

“We’ll be back later,” Mason calls out, and Crystal waves at us as she follows him out.

“Ah, kidless once again,” I point out, immediately grabbing her ass and pulling her toward me.

“Quite the birthday present,” she teases.

“All I want right now is you, sweetheart.”

“Well, you can have me.”

“I know,” I say, picking her up suddenly, and she giggles as I bring her into the bedroom and toss her onto the bed. “And today, daddy wants another show.”

“Anything you want,” she sweetly agrees, slipping her dress off slowly. I palm my hard cock through my jeans, watching my wife undress and tease me.

“Bend over and show me my pussy,” I order, and she easily complies. She puts her supple ass up in the air for me and reaches underneath to spread her pink pussy open for me. She rubs it slowly, spreading her wetness all over herself. “Fuck, that greedy cunt is just begging to be filled, isn’t it?”

“Yes daddy,” she moans, rubbing her clit.

I give my cock a final squeeze as I stalk over to the nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling out the Magic Wand. I crawl onto the bed, slapping her ass hard enough to elicit a yelp. “Flip.”

She turns over, laying on her back and spreading herself open for me. I can see the excitement in her eyes as I finally release my cock. I touch the end of the wand to her clit, and she immediately moans. “How many times are you gonna cum for me?”

“Ah—as many as you say,” she croaks out, already lost in pleasure from the quick vibration.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise, pressing it firmly against her clit. “Rub those pretty nipples, just like that. Good slut.”

She looks like a fucking porn star; losing herself in pleasure while I get a front row seat. It’s all fucking mine. Her first orgasm is quick, and once her fourth hits, it comes even faster. I don’t stop until she’s begging and shaking. She’s only able to mutter a weak “please.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you, baby,” I mock, sliding my cock easily inside her. “I think you can cum again. I wanna feel that cunt squeeze me.” I move quickly inside her, pressing the wand back down on her clit, and she claws at my arm as she gets close to her fifth orgasm. “Already? You just can’t wait to cum on my cock, can you slut?”

She can’t form a reply beyond an attempt at nodding, and her pussy clamps down on my cock as she cums on it.

“Fuck, one more. You can do it for me can’t you baby? You can take it,” I grunt, pounding myself deep inside her as she screams my name, moaning so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if people could hear her from the street below. “That’s it, fucking cum,” I growl, and as her pussy grips me again as pleasure floods her, my cock pulsates inside her. I toss the wand to the side to give her a break as I finish riding out my release.

She’s boneless against the bed, and she chuckles when she realizes how wrecked she is. I smile, leaning over to kiss her. I pull back to admire her, and she smiles up at me. Our fingers intertwine as I press my lips back into hers.

I’m so lucky I found you, my girl.